Haley's point of view
When I gained consciousness again, I was a lot more comfortable. I looked around, realizing I was no longer in that room. I was in a private bedroom of sorts. There was a chair, a couch, and a closet but no bed. I was lying on the couch, someone had even bothered putting a dress on me. It was black, tight-fitting, and strapless. If I wasn't forced to wear it, I would have loved it. A shudder ran through me, as I sat up. All my injuries were healed thanks to Tristan, so that wasn't why I was feeling sick, but I did. Then I recognized the symptoms. Withdrawal. I was facing withdrawal from the bites.
"Shh," a voice hushed next to me, or rather, above me, and I jumped a little. I realized my head was resting in someone's lap, and I looked up into the same red eyes that
