Amelia
Huh?
Blearily I cracked open an eye. Who the hell had called my name? I was sure I had heard Dewi’s delicious accent but the man who was bent over me wasn’t Dewi.
In fact, I had never seen him before, instinctively I tried to scoot back and fresh pain shot through my arm. Why was I wired up to a drip, desperately I reached for it, trying to pull it from my arm as a fresh bout of nausea flooded me. I heaved.
“Easy Now Amelia, easy”
“I…” I heaved again and my free hand went to my mouth.
“Dewi get me a bowl or something before she throws up all over the place”
My eyes searched for him. For Dewi. The man who had made me fall so hard and fast for him and then broke my heart in just a matter of days.
“Amelia, I'm Gray. Dewi sent me to look after you” Theoldermans dolcit tones c
