Lila POV
I open my eyes to a dark figure slouched over me. Droplets of water splash against my collarbone and slide down my chest, soaking into my T-shirt that’s already glued to my body. The coppery tang of blood hangs thick in the air, and there’s a light throbbing sensation in my side. It fades with each breath I drag in through dry, cracked lips.
“Where… am I?”
My voice leaves me, riding on a fractured whisper.
“In the land of the living, you’ll be glad to know.” The last of the pain vanishes just as Adrian’s deep, husky voice registers in my mind. “But more specifically, you’re in my room, in my bed, bleeding on my f*****g blankets.”
Now that wakes me up.
I straighten so quickly that a rush of dizziness slams into me and my head hits the pillow again. Adrian chuckles and wipes
