Sarah‘s POV
I woke up again and found myself in an unfamiliar environment, which appeared to be a hospital or doctor’s office. I tentatively moved, remembering the fall from the cliff. I blinked at the ceiling. So, I wasn’t dead. I was still in the land of the living—an invisible weight pressed on my chest. I didn’t know how I felt about that.
Next, I sat up and glanced at my arms. The cuts were gone. As well as my scars.
At that moment, the handsome man who almost ran me over entered the room. He must have saved me.
“How are you feeling?” he asked, walking around the table with nonchalant grace. “I’m Sebastian Valemont.” He reached out a hand. His deep blue eyes were compelling, magnetic. “Your eyes are a beautiful gold,” he said, leaning toward me. “With specks of green. Fascinatin
