She woke up with a terrible headache. Her throat felt dry, her stomach making growling noises as it turned more painful with each moment preventing her from going back to sleep no matter how tired she felt.
Her eyes were as heavy as lids but she still tried to open them up, they budged on the third try and she was greeted with a mop of dark brown hair on her face. The Silva heiress squealed in fright alerting another person in the tent of her consciousness. The man pulled back slightly so she could see his face clearly, he was more of a teenager than a man anyways
As tired as she was she didn't want to go into details about his appearance. He was good-looking even with the dried dirt smeared on his skin. But why the f**k would she care what he looked like when she was still pretty much t
