Diana's POV
My eyes parted when I felt someone shake me. It wasn't rough nor was it gentle, but it was a persistent shake. Jorge's face filled my vision when it finally cleared and the hairs on the back of my neck raised when I realized I was seated on the floor in front of him and I was leaning against the cool wood of my dresser behind me.
"Thank the Goddess, Ava she's awake." He called over his shoulder.
I bunched my brows together. "Why am I on the floor?" I mumbled, my mouth dry once again.
"You fainted. Ava thinks it's from the argument with Mom and Dad." He shook his head. "Truthfully I think it's because you haven't been eating like you should." He leveled me with a look of disapproval.
"Probably the fight." I lied smoothly and gave him a weak smile. I knew it was most likely
