CARISSA’S POV
My eyes flutter open and the hazy blur of the room slowly comes into focus. Everything feels distant, like a dream I can’t quite wake from. My body aches in ways I didn’t know it could, like I’ve been crushed under a thousand pounds of stone. Soon, my eyes settle on the figure in the doorway.
Kaine.
He’s standing frozen. His eyes are wide with an expression I can’t read. My throat feels raw and my voice is alien and fragile as it rasps, “Hi.”
The sound of my own voice startles me, and I glance down at my hands. They’re steady, warm—so warm. The warm feeling is the total opposite of the cold I felt when everything went black.
The memories flood my mind. I remember everything - Harriet’s blade slicing through the air. The feeling of wolfsbane burning through my veins. Jaim
