Elora’s POV
“Madam, you are finally awake." Evelyn's relieved face comes into my view as I slowly regained consciousness.
I tried to sit up but felt so weak and unable to move my limbs. “Please, don't move. I was instructed to make sure you have a full rest day," she muttered with a concerned voice, rearranging the pillows behind me for my comfort.
“Thank you." I should probably rest. Yesterday a lot happened. Seeing that man die in front of me was traumatizing.
Even though I have witnessed a lot of killings since I arrived here, I can't seem to get used to seeing dead bodies.
Aside from that, staying here makes me feel nauseous. The only reason why I haven't tried to do anything stupid is because of Salvatore. Speaking of which, I haven't seen him.
“Where is Mr. Salvatore?" I asked
