Princess Ayla
My head was pounding as I came to. I wasn’t sure where I was now, but I was no longer being held by Dante. That was a relief. I’m not sure why I was ever that weak.
I heard muffled voices but they went quiet as I whimpered, trying to open my eyes. The light caused my head to pound harder, and the feeling was making me nauseous. Did I hit my head? I was trying to remember as I sat up, squinting as I looked around.
“Baby, how are you feeling?” Dante was now beside me. I had been lying on a couch and there were seats around me. I think I was on a plane. I jumped when Dante placed his hand on my bare thigh.
“It’s okay, baby. It’s just me.” He whispered.
“My head hurts,” I whimpered. Dante moved to sit behind me and pulled me down against him.
“Ezekiel, get some painkil
