Hollow Remedies

Moonlight seeped through the half-drawn curtains, painting thin silver bars across the narrow sickroom. Killian sat upright on the edge of the bed, voice as calm as a still pond. “Why would I throw my life away? The moment your wounds knit, I'm getting you off this island. Trust me, I intend to stay very much alive.”

Sloane's brows drew tight. “Then why swallow so many pills? The label is clear—no