EMILY'S POV
I stare at the diamond necklace delivered to me days ago. Partially naked and shivering in my room, a thick furry robe round my body, drawing the line between me and nakedness. It's beautiful. It would look much more exquisite if I wasn't shaking. Out of fear. For once, well, for the first time, I knew what it's like to know the brink between life and death is few seconds away. And you'll either be badly injured, in coma, or worse, dead. I sigh placing the necklace back in its case and touch my collarbone.
My hair is wet, I just came out of the bathroom. The moment we got home, I puked. A lot. Still trying to dissolve the near heart breaking experience. Mason was a good help as always but I shoved him away. I want to be alone. And think.
Fuck! I feel nauseous again. My pal
