Olivia POV:
I could feel his cool breath on my neck. He was whispering sweet words to me, but I couldn't focus. The world felt… wrong. Soft.
Quiet. Like someone had wrapped my mind in cotton and dimmed all the lights. I blinked slowly, staring at the velvet canopy above me. My chest should have hurt—something told me it should have hurt—but all I felt was a numb warmth, like waking from a dream I couldn’t remember. "Is everything okay, my diamond?" Asked Dimitri, pulling away. "I… think so," I murmured, though the words felt borrowed from someone else’s mouth. Dimitr tilted his head, studying me with those molten-red eyes that seemed to warm and freeze me at the same time. His hand slid down my arm, fingers cold but soothing in a way that made my brain loosen, soften, fall quiet. "Good,
