-Claire’s P.O.V.-
I feel eyes on me when I gain my first moments of awareness.
It doesn’t seem as if there are many of them, perhaps just one pair, but the gaze feels heavy, nonetheless. My back is killing me. It’s not as bad as back when Caine had just stabbed me, which makes me consider the fact that perhaps someone had treated the wound. Who though?
“I know you are awake.”
Willow
Her voice is distant in my pain filled haze. It still has that dreamy quality to it, of simple knowing. I knew what she was, but she is even more powerful than I imagined.
Witch
“Is Landon your boyfriend?” She is close enough that I can feel the breath of her voice against my skin. “You mumbled his name in your sleep.”
A hand is lightly passed through my back. Not hard enough to hu
