Erick
Every breath stung.
Even a tiny movement felt like I was in that hell hole once again trying to get Alina to safety… and struggling to keep Emiel from killing me.
“Ugh.” I opened my eyes with much difficulty. The light in the room felt blinding. I closed them again, groaning. God, why do I feel so weak?
“Erick?” Was that Alina? She was here? She sounded worried. I might not be in enemy hands after all.
“I—” My throat felt like someone had scrubbed it raw with sandpaper.
“Hang on. I’ll get some water.” I felt the bed rise as she got up. She had been right next to me.
“Here.” She didn’t touch me, but I felt the glass near my face. I opened my mouth a tiny bit and was rewarded with the cool flow of the liquid down my throat. I gulped it down greedily.
A sigh left my mouth as
