Emerson's POV
Opening my eyes, I hope that it was just a dream, but when I looked around, I was in an unknown room, in an unknown bed. The last thing I remember was telling Declan I loved him before I felt like I was disappearing into nothingness.
Sitting up, I looked around to try and get my bearings. The room I was in was even bigger than my old room in New York. All the furniture looked like antiques, dark stained woods and olden style fabrics. There was a sitting room with a bookcase of books, no signs of any television or phone. The bed I was in was at least double the size of your average king-sized bed, adorned in blood-red silk sheets and a black comforter. The whole room felt dark and moody, but I guess we were talking about vampires here.
When I glanced down at my body, I was
