ISOLDE
My brow creases as consciousness slowly creeps in. I instantly regret it.
The heat is still happening, festering like a torment.
Desperately, I seek the darkness again, eyes tightly shut, but who am I kidding?
The more I seek, the more it pulls away from me.
Reluctantly I open my eyes. The last thing I remember is stepping out of the room and fainting in the corridor.
Vision strikes in. This is not the room I'm meant to be in. This is different. The scent has a hint of familiarity, but my musk is too strong to know it.
With effort, I stir on the bed, struggling as everywhere aches.
“You're awake.”
I flinch at the sudden voice piercing through the room. I know that voice.
Slowly, I turn. And there he is. Sitting on the couch across the room, legs crossed, chin propped a
