Alana's POV
I felt so much better already, and it had been just a couple of days. It wasn't a good thing, I knew that once my body was completely healed, I wouldn't have any protection against the Prince, without the pain to break the haze I would be putty in his hands once again. I already missed him, no matter how many times I told him I hated him and wanted him away, the truth was that my body craved his, and I still remembered the sense of security I felt in his arms, something that I hated. I was so weak it wasn't even funny. I was supposed to be stronger than this, but all I had proved was that I wasn't worthy of my parents' legacy.
The two women have been glued to my side ever since the accident, and I hated them more and more. They were angry at me, saying I had hurt their
