DEBORAH'S POV
I was still drifting in and out of sleep when I heard the click of heels on the hospital floor. The sound was sharp, deliberate, and somehow familiar. I turned my head slowly, wincing at the pain that shot through my neck, and saw Lana standing in the doorway.
My heart lifted slightly. Maybe she was here to check on me. Maybe she actually cared about what had happened. The accident and the threat Elijah had loomed over my head had shaken me more than I wanted to admit, and seeing a familiar face might have been exactly what I needed.
But something was wrong. Lana's face was hard, her mouth set in a thin line. She wasn't carrying flowers or a get-well card. She wasn't even looking at me with concern. Her eyes were cold, calculating, and filled with something that made my stomach turn.
"Lana," I started, trying to sit up straighter in the hospital bed. "I didn't expect to see you here."
