Chapter Twenty-Seven
***Mila***
I open my eyes and take a deep breath. The pain in my chest is intense and I cry out, unsure of the source…
And then I remember.
West’s guilty eyes. The knife straight through my heart. Why did he do it? Am I dead? Did he kill me?
I sit up, grimacing at the pain. Where am I?
Silence.
Amala, I call wearily. Still no answer.
I’m in a dark room, and there’s wires everywhere and something beeping in the distance. I try and focus on turning the lights on, but I’m too weak.
“Freja?” A voice calls through the darkness, and then the door opens, light filtering in through the crack.
Clarice walks in. “Hey, beautiful. How are you feeling?”
“I don’t know,” I answer, my head spinning. “What happened? Where am I?”
She turns on the lights then, revealing
