Lilith's POV
Adams didn't smile, nor did Ronan. Their faces were grim, a person who tasted vinegar wouldn't look as bad as they did.
I wanted to ask how long I was out and what I had missed all through the day, but decided not to.
It could wait.
“What's wrong? Did something terrible happen during the day?”
They didn't reply or move, they remained like a statue, suspended in time.
I tried to move but my head hurt, just like the dream. Adams noticed my discomfort, from the speed with which I touched my head, to the frown on my face.
“What's wrong, my love?” he asked. He moved closer to my side and tried to touch me, but I resisted him.
“Don't touch me, I'll be fine.”
He looked from me to Ronan, who was also surprised by my response. Ronan raised his shoulders and stretched his arms,
