Amelia
I c***k my eye open.
I'm in a light room. Hospital. I've been in one too many times already. I know. I cast a glance around the room and see Damien sitting on an upholstered chair in the corner. The first thing I notice about him is how bruised his knuckles are, so I assume that Felix Baldwyn is in the past. He's no longer among the living.
What a relief.
He notices that I'm awake and stands. He grabs my hand, the one that isn't covered in bandages. He kisses the top of it. "How are you feeling?"
"Better," I admit. I feel a lot stronger, and I'm not light-headed. I also don't feel any pain at the moment. I don't remember getting here, though. I passed out in the car and hadn't woken up since. "How long have you been sitting there?"
"Not too long," he says, but I can tell
