AMELIA
I took a deep breath, trying to calm down - trying to at least calm my racing heart. There wasn't much I could do to ease the pain that haunted every inch of my body, battered by burns that stubbornly refused to heal - either an unmistakable sign of pregnancy, the fact that my wolf hadn't activated to heal me, or a spell from Devon.
I stifled a sob, leaning back against the cold wall of the room, hoping that the low temperature might give my wounds some refreshment.
I could not believe that it was real - that it was really me living that nightmare. Yet, looking at torn and burnt clothes, looking at the blistered and sore skin on my arms and legs ...
It was all true - horribly, painfully true.
After dinner, Devon had cleared the table, chattering about his hypothetical plans
