KEILAH
I jolted awake, disoriented, my heart pounding in my chest. The dimly lit room around me was unfamiliar, and it took a moment to recognize the faint scent that filled the air. Dhalia. This was her room. She even changed me into one of her dresses, a short, delicate garment. I looked around, a dull headache throbbing at my temples. What the heck happened? Did I pass out from the pain? I wondered.
I sat up slowly, my hand instinctively moving to my chest. The sharp, burning pain I had felt last night was gone, but a dull ache lingered. I brought my hand to my neck, touching the spot where Ralph’s mark was. As my fingers brushed against it, a strange sensation pulsed through me—a mix of warmth and sadness.
Memories from the previous night flooded back. I recalled Dahlia's revelation
