Page 81 of Billionaire’s Heartbreak

My mind started guessing, filling in the blanks. Could Dannie have had access to a private blood bank? Someone who could arrange emergency blood without questions? A doctor who worked off the books? Someone willing to donate?

I needed to find out.

Some of the numbers looked like phone numbers. Maybe one of them was. Maybe it could lead me to someone who knew what the others meant.

I grabbed my phone. The screen lit up.

No signal.

Of course.

I walked toward the window, hoping for even one bar, but the screen remained stubbornly blank. I grabbed Kai’s phone from the table and checked that too.

Same. No signal.

I plugged both phones into their chargers and waited, but nothing changed.

Maybe it was the weather. A problem with the cell tower. Some temporary outage.

A cough came from the living room.

I froze.

Another.

My head snapped toward the doorway.

Kai.

I dropped the phone onto the table and ran, dabbing at the tears threatening to spill from my eyes. It was overwhelming to see him finally move.

“Let me help you up.”

I moved toward him immediately, slipping an arm behind his back and helping him sit upright. My fingers went straight to his neck. Then I reached for his wrist and checked it again, just to be sure.

Pulse. Strong enough. Much better. I’d take that as a win.

“Can I have some water?”

I reached for the glass I’d kept beside the sofa and handed it to him. I’d replaced it every few hours while he slept, partly because I wanted him to have water if he woke up, but mostly because it gave me something to do. Something that made me feel as though I was taking care of him rather than simply sitting there waiting for him to die.

I watched his Adam’s apple move as he swallowed. Once. Twice. It was the most beautiful thing I’d seen in days.

Life could be so simple.

Someone breathing. Someone drinking water. Someone swallowing. Proof that they were still here.

“How long have I been asleep?”

I paused. Time had a strange way of disappearing when you were trapped inside a windowless apartment, especially when you hadn’t been sleeping properly to begin with. I thought about it before answering.

“Three days.”

His eyes widened. “Three days?”

I nodded. “You’ve lost a lot of blood.”

“Oh.” He coughed lightly. “I hadn’t noticed.”