Chapter 4 - PLAYING THE UNCONSCIOUS PATIENT
As Logan’s footsteps faded down the hallway, the monitor beside my bed beeped with the erratic rhythm of my racing pulse. I forced my breathing to slow down, choking back the bile and the agonizing urge to scream. I was a woman whose face had been intentionally melted off by the man she loved, yet my survival depended entirely on my ability to lie completely motionless and pretend I was still trapped in a medically induced coma.
I clamped my jaw shut against the tears burning behind my bandages. This was the moment that separated the old Maya—the trusting, naive fiancée—from the woman I had to become. In financial terms, Logan thought he had locked me into a permanent liability. I resolved to make myself his absolute executioner. I needed time, I needed evidence, and above all, I needed to play his game right up until the trap snapped shut.
