Dahlia's POV
When Bill's eyes fluttered open, confusion clouded his features as he took in the unfamiliar surroundings. Panic flickered across his face until his gaze found mine, and some of the tension left his shoulders.
"What the hell did you do to me?" His voice was rough as he spotted the needle marks dotting the back of his hand. Suspicion replaced confusion, his eyes narrowing as they locked onto mine with predatory intensity.
There he was. The Bill I recognized. The man who would rather die fighting than surrender without a battle. His fury burned with the same wild ferocity as a cornered wolf, all teeth and barely restrained violence.
Perhaps that savage instinct was what had kept him breathing all this time. Some primal survival mechanism he didn't even realize he possessed.
