Chapter Sixteen

Sophia’s POV

“It’s alright baby. You’re okay. Don’t try to move, I’ll get you a drink, one second.” Zaine’s voice is calm and soothing, but I can sense his worry throbbing along our tenuous bond. My body feels tight, like the skin all across my chest and back is one size too small and it itches so much I think even razor blades wouldn’t scratch it. The bed moves as Zaine stands and walks across the room.

“Mrs Crook?” I peel my tongue off the roof of my mouth and ask for the one person who has always helped ease my pain.

“She will be here in a moment sweetheart. Here you go, take a sip of this.” a cold metal straw rests on my lip and a take a few welcome sips of the ice-cold water.

“What happened?” I slowly open my eyes and squint against the blinding light in the ceiling. He must notice my discomfort because he jumps up and hits the switch on the wall, now the only light in the room comes from the moon and it filters in through the long black net panels at the windows.

“We don’t know.