Diana's POV:
"Diana sweetie," a hand tapped my face, a warm touch resting on my cheek. I groaned, my head pounding like mad. "Diana. Wake up."
"What?" I asked, my eyes opening. I was in a dark room. I moved my arms but they were tightly bound behind me.
"Wake up, okay?" A soft voice said. "It's time to wake up."
"I don't want to,"
My head hurts. It's like Michael is playing baseball with a metal ball and it's ricocheting off the walls of my head. There's a faint sweetish taste in my mouth. What the hell was I doing?
I squeezed my eyes tightly, a low moan slipping past my lips.
"Diana, wake up. We have a lot to talk about."
I opened my eyes and looked at her. She looked double for a moment then her face focused. Long hair, bright blue eyes that are almost white. A calm smile on h
