Sarah POV
That is, I knew nothing until I woke up. It was nice at first. The bed was pleasant, so white and soft.
Then I thought of a poem: “The armies of those I love engirth me and I engirth them.”
With a groan, I rolled over and buried my face in a pillow. Oh, goddess. They had to have drugged me, but I still said all those things! I talked about Zane’s body!
Not only that, I talked about his body in detail! I made comments about how great his butt looked!
The memory attacked me: “I would fight armies to be worthy to stand by his side.”
I groaned again, took several deep breaths, and then made myself open my eyes back up and look around.
I was in, of course, a small white room, though there were bits of color here and there. For one thing, there was a small high window through wh
