Keelion woke up with his head banging in so much pain. He grunted painfully under his breath and glanced around the room wondering where he was.
This was his room, and he was on the bed. Someone had been in his room, but who was—
The door pushed open, and he lifted his head. The scent was familiar. Althea.
What the heck was she still doing here?
"Fane?" She paused at the door. "You're awake."
"What the fuck are you doing here?" he snarled at her and got off the bed, rising to his feet, hands reaching to button up his unbuttoned shirt.
She bit into her bottom lip, giving him an innocent look. "I came in because I wanted to talk to you, but…I found you unconscious."
"Get out of my room," he ordered.
"Why?" Althea kept aside the glass of water and hurried towards him. "I know that you're mad at me for what I did down there yesterday, but I just… I didn't want you… I'm sorry. I'm sorry for doing that, but you can't hate me for—"
