ISOBEL
The pain was the first thing I felt when I opened my eyes. It was everywhere, in my arms, my legs, and my back. It was so much that even breathing hurt me.
But the good thing was that I wasn’t cold, and alone anymore. There was warmth beside me, and it had a familiar scent that I could recognize anywhere even when I was unconscious.
It was Mason, and he was beside me.
I forced my eyes open, and at first, my vision was blurry and I had to blink several times so my eyes could adjust to the light. The soft light of a lamp shine in the room, and as my sight cleared, I saw him.
He was sitting in a chair beside my bed. His elbows were on his knees and his hands clasped together. His eyes were on me, and they were intense and unreadable.
No matter how hard I tried to understand what
