Amelia’s POV
“Damien!” I shouted as I woke up, sitting abruptly upright in bed.
Wait… Bed?
Looking around, I was surprised to find myself in a small patient room of what seemed like a medical clinic. My heart was connected to the heart monitor, which currently beeped rather wildly. There was an IV dripping nutrients into my arm.
“It’s okay, Amelia,” Jake said, standing beside my bed. “Relax. You are safe now.”
That seemed to be true, and I trusted Jake so I did start to calm down. But many questions ran through my head at this time.
Chief among them was, where was Damien?
Yet before I could utter one word, let alone an entire question, Jake placed his hands on my shoulders and eased me back down to the bed. “Just play along, okay?” he said.
“What are you talking about?” I asked.
