Ottilie POV
"Ottilie sweetheart, you need to wake up." I groaned as I felt someone shaking me gently.
"More sleep," I muttered, clamping my eyes shut, I felt exhausted after everything that had gone on over the last few days, the last thing I wanted was to wake up now.
"No Angel, there are things we need to talk about," my eyes sprang open as I recognised Noah's voice. All four of them were standing in front of the bed, it really was a sight to behold. Seeing them all together, it was odd how much Damon looked like his cousins, his bright blue eyes surveyed me with concern, the muscles in his arms flexing. Harry looked pale but so much better than he had done before whilst Noah was obviously amused by my shock. Jamie too, his shirtless chest looking oh so tempting. A familiar heat rose
