Emily’s POV
As consciousness slowly returned, I found myself greeted by Marco’s concerned face hovering over me. For a moment, I questioned whether it was all just a dream or if Marco’s presence was merely a figment of my imagination.
But as I blinked away the haze of sleep and confusion, the reality of the situation came crashing back. Marco was kneeling beside me, his hand brushing a lock of hair from my face.
“Hey there, sleepyhead,” he said softly, a faint smile playing on his lips. “You had me worried there for a moment.”
As I tried to make sense of everything, the events of the night flooded back to me in a dizzying rush. The realization hit me like a ton of bricks.
“You... you tried to kill me,” I seethed, my voice shaking with disbelief and anger as I struck out at Marco, u
