Chapter 34

Emmy POV

Everything hurts. I literally feel like I was trampled by a stampede of horses. The smell of disinfectant and clean linens fills my nose. I’m on a bed, but it’s not my bed at the packhouse. It’s definitely not Vincenzo’s bed.

Where am I?

“Come on, Emmy, wake up. I see your eyes starting to move,” a familiar voice says to me. I haven’t heard that voice in a couple of months.

“Where am I?” I ask the voice.

My head tilts toward the voice. I feel my face scrunch as I try to force my eyes open.

“Open your eyes and you’ll find out,” he teases. The sound of a pen clicking rapidly is making it hard to focus.

“Please stop doing that,” I beg the voice, my eyes still too heavy to open.

“I’ll stop when you open your eyes for me, Emmy,” he chuckles.

I groan and roll my eyes behind my eyelids. He clicks his pen even faster, taunting me. I snatch it out of his hand faster than he is expecting and stare him down.

“Knock it off