The sight of Jordan sitting on the bed, perfectly alive, conscious and in one piece made me exhale a breath of relief which I didn't know I was holding in.
Jordan's eyes met mine and it clicked. I knew what I had to do. But my feet were still frozen on the spot. He was safe. Jordan was safe.
"Rose?" He called my name and all I wanted to do was run across the room and into his arms. To tell him how glad I was to find him safe. To tell him—
A push on my shoulder broke my eye contact with Jordan. Alec stepped into the room from behind me and took long steps towards him.
"Oh, thank God you're alright," he sighed in relief.
Jordan tore his eyes away from my face and settled them on Alec. "Yes, well, I guess you can thank God for giving me a broken arm," he twisted his body to the other side and I saw his left arm in a cast.
Oh, God.
