“When’s she going to wake up?” A deep voice grumbled. “It’s been 3 days already.”
I remained led down, eyes closed, unable and unwilling to move or speak. My body felt like it had been through a wringer and I ached everywhere. I could hear the constant beep of the heart rate monitor in the background and smell the potent aroma of sterilisation fluid and sanitiser. I must be in some kind of hospital, I vaguely remember the balm that Greg had applied to my neck and the excruciating pain that followed. That must be why I was here, there was no way I was going to go through that again, if someone was stupid enough to try and mark me again, so be it. I’d learn to live with it and the jumbled mess of emotions.
I concentrated hard on the two bonds I had. Caleb’s was still strong, coiled around
