Annabel woke up at the touch of a soft, warm hand caressing her forehead, her hair, and her face. It felt familiar, which was odd, considering that the last thing she remembered was William using his powers to knock her out. This made it all the more alarming.
One moment she was lying in a soft bed, covered with plush covers up to her chin, and the next she was on her feet, almost dropping to the ground in her haste to get away from the person touching her. The light of the windows blinded her, making her stumble like a drunkard. She summoned her powers on instinct but felt so disoriented by her new surroundings that she doubted she could attack properly, even if the person was within her arms’ reach.
“Hold on there, fighter, it’s just me.”
That voice, she knew it. She knew it very wel
