Chapter 43 Chapter Forty-Three: Owned

KNOX

I wake up with a crick in my neck, a napkin under my hand, and a nurse standing over me.

"Honey," she says. "You can't sleep here."

"Sorry."

"Also your nose is bleeding again."

It is. I press the napkin against it before I read it, then realize I've smeared blood across the words and have ...

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