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MY DREAMS WERE A JUMBLE of terror, grief, and hunger. When I finally woke up, there was an overwhelming, achy need in the pit of my stomach.
“Ethan!” I gasped, sitting up.
I looked around and found that I was alone and in a strange bedroom. The furniture was old and worn looking and the room smelled dank.
I stood up and wrapped the blanket around me. Although there was a warm crackling fire nearby, I was cold and couldn’t stop shivering.
The bedroom door opened suddenly and Ethan walked in carrying a mug.
I sighed in relief. “Oh, thank God. You’re okay.”
“I’m fine. Get back into bed. You’re much too weak to be on your feet.”
I sat down on the edge of the bed. “What happened?”
He set the cup down on the nightstand and sat down next to me. “You don’t remember anything?”
“Not mu
