I woke to the sound of a low, frustrated voice.
My eyes peeled open, sticky with sleep, to see a white ceiling I recognized as Liam’s bedroom. Every muscle in my body ached, a deep, throbbing soreness that felt like I had run a marathon.
My hand drifted to my neck instinctively. The skin there felt raw, hot to the touch.
"Ow!" I hissed as my fingers brushed against the mark.
The voice stopped. Liam appeared in the doorway, phone still in hand. He looked like he hadn't slept in days. His hair was damp and chaotic, and he was dressed in jeans and a white tee layered under a blue shirt.
He stared at me, his brown eyes intense, waiting.
I had a million questions. Where was Jack? How did I get here? What happened in the forest?
But my mouth betrayed me with the most pressing issue.
"You
