Anna POV
I slip my hand onto the empty side of the bed, feeling the cold sheet under my fingers. The room is silent, only melodies of birds could be heard through the window. My heavy eyes open and I look around the half visible chamber. Everything was in its place, peaceful and looking untouched, except for the man himself. I woke up alone, with Elijah gone and nowhere to be found. My eyes, puffy and heavy from crying, stare up at the ceiling while my restless mind things through the possibilities of where he could be. The pain in my wrist, which has now swollen up ten times worse than before, distracts me from my cravings for the man who had comforted me all night long.
Finally bringing myself to get up and head for the shower, I walk back to my room, still groggy from sleep and listen
