Emerald felt like she was carrying the weight of the world on her shoulders as she tried to open her heavy eyelids. She blinked several times, letting out a groan as she rolled onto her side. Whatever she was lying on felt soft and comfortable, a stark contrast to the fear that was gripping her.
As her vision slowly cleared, Emerald's hazel eyes darted around the room, searching for anything familiar. Where in the world was she? Her heart sank as she recognized the well-decorated room. It was Oliver's room, which meant she was back in his house, a prisoner once again.
A wave of worry washed over her. What about Andrew? Was he alright? Was he even still alive? Emerald needed to know. She slowly sat up in the bed, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. Her body felt heavy, making even the simple
