Mila POV:
Opening my eyes slowly, I blink as the bright light assaults my vision. “Ahh...bright” I rasp, my voice straining as my throat feels as scratchy as sandpaper. I attempt to lift my hand to cover my eyes, but my arm feel heavy and with a pained grunt I let it fall back to my side. Leaving my eyes closed, I slump back into my seat in defeat as I try to organise my thoughts.
Taking a deep breath, my body stiffens as Bruno’s once enticing scent hits my nostrils. “Sweetheart” I hear him murmur as a low growl escapes me in response. Hearing his deep chuckle, his large hand soon grasps my own in a soft but controlling grip. “A drink..” he prompts as I feel a bottle bump against my lips. Pausing as I hesitate to accept his help, my need for something to soothe my throat soon overpowers
