Olivia's POV
I must have fallen asleep in the chair because I woke to sunlight streaming through the windows and someone watching me.
Maxwell.
His eyes were open, clear now, fixed on me with that familiar intensity.
I sat up quickly, wincing at the crick in my neck. My hand went automatically to my mouth, wiping away any drool.
"How are you feeling?" My voice came out rough with sleep.
He smiled - like actually smiled. "I'm fine."
"You don't look fine. You look like someone who got stabbed and then stitched back together by a pediatrician in a hotel room."
"Accurate assessment."
"What happened to you?" I leaned forward. "Who did this?"
Maxwell's expression darkened. "I was robbed. Outside the hotel. Stupid, really. I went out for a walk to clear my head, took a shortcut through an alley I shouldn't have."
Before he could continue, there was a knock at the door.
Kennedy burst in, Gabriel right behind him.
