Sierra's POV
“Hey, Sierra, wake up.”
I felt a light tap on my cheek. A light groan rumbled in my throat as I slowly came to. “Sierra, my love,” I heard someone call.
Gradually, I opened my eyes but coughed as I inhaled the smoke around me. I felt a hand on my chest sluggishly; I dragged my gaze to him. “Richard, what- what happened?” I asked, my voice croaked.
I could barely remember anything. One second we were walking down the road and the next everything went blank. Richard brought his hand to my face, caressing my cheeks with his thumb, a small smile playing on his lips.
“Are you okay?” I asked, ignoring the uneasiness in my bones as I searched his body for any bruises.
He shook his head, still caressing my face. Lifting my gaze, I studied where we were —wooden walls, little to
