Jessica’s POV
For the entire day, I stayed in my room, with Wendell, Anastasha or other members of the White Clan coming in every once in a while to send me food. But that was all it was. They didn’t add to my confusion, and they would just send me food and give me a hug of comfort.
Finally, after long hours of being awake, I fell into a deep, dreamless slumber.
My body was still enjoying the comfort of my bed and thoughtless mind when I felt someone brushing the loose strands of my hair towards the back of my ears.
Moving in my sleep, I slowly opened my eyelids and blinked a couple of times to adjust my sight in the bright lights. “Wendell?” I asked, greeted by Wendell’s face. He leaned in and stared at me with the serious expression that he usually had but a familial, loving glint in
