Marcel's POV
It was about 12 p.m before Solana woke up. I had been in the room all through, looking at her, watching if there would be any changes in her, and wanting to catch the moment that she opened her eyes. It had been two days since I took her with me, and since I brought her here, I had not slept. She made sure of it. She had given me enough anxiety to last a lifetime.
She stayed still for a while, eyes darting around and face twisted in a frown, as if she was trying to make sense of her surrounding. And when she did, she sprang up.
"f**k me now! Why am I staring at your monstrous face?"
Those were Solana's first words as she woke up. She then took a pillow and threw at me, and I caught it effortlessly.
"Go to hell, you bastard."
She was insulting me, but I felt my lips lift
