Wilona's POV
I groaned when I felt a wet cloth sliding in my face. A warm, rough hand caressed my cheek.
Where am I? What afterlife is this? Wait! I opened my eyes and a masculine guy was staring at me as if it was the first time he had seen a human in proximity.
“Wa-ter.” My throat burned.
He crawled to the side and came back with a broken cup of water. He wiped it before placing it on my lips. The water wasn’t cold but a little warm.
We were in a dimly lit room radiated by the moonlight pouring through the holes on the rooftop. All I could see were dark walls surrounding us.
After the warm liquid moistened my throat, I spoke. “Who are you?”
He turned his face to the side without talking and rolled into a ball. I was sleeping on an old cot while he slept on the ground. Who is this
