"Chris?" he repeated, and there was something sharp in his tone that made her sit up straighter despite the heaviness in her body.
Laurel blinked, trying to clear the remaining haze in her mind. "Why are you here?" she asked, her voice still weak and hoarse.
"Why am I here?" he let out a dry laugh that held no humor. "You collapsed in a warehouse and another man carried you home. Should I not be here?"
Laurel frowned as fragments of memory returned to her. The warehouse, the pain, and Chris catching her before she fell. "He only helped me," she said calmly. "You are overthinking it."
"I am overthinking it?" Alexander rose from the floor and straightened his back, looking down at her as if he was trying to bore a hole through her head. "You called his name the moment you opened your eyes, Laurel."
"I thought it was him," she replied without hesitation. "He was the one who found me."
