The devil isn't a being with horns

Ariel's POV…

The penetrative rays of light caressed my face continuously, getting me awake. I batted my lashes severally and stared tiredly at the ceiling.

But on second thought, this wasn't my room. I sprang from bed instantly, with my eyes roaming around the room. The smell of aspirin filled my nostrils, and I groaned. Where the fuck am I?

Come to think of it, what really happened yesterday? I shut my eyes close, allowing the memories to flood in—events of yesterday rushed in; the secret training room, leaving home to meet with Kevin in the park and the thugs. I gasped afterward.

The thugs! “One….stabbed me” I hushed, as I lifted my hand gently. Truly, there's been treated with a tube connected to my wrist. Oh, fuck!

I can't believe I got stabbed so easily. I pouted and fell heavily on the bed—I really need to start training. Not only that, but I'm so fucking weak.

My thoughts were disrupted thanks to his entrance. “You're awake” Kevin muttered, though glee was evident in his ton