Never Be The Same

Seline

I let out a soft sigh, cold air filling my lungs, inflating my chest. I felt heavy, like a slab of marble — my nerves stiff, my mouth dry. Slowly, I drew in deep breaths, until my nerves loosened, blood coursing through my veins, bringing my organs back to life.

I stared at the ceiling for a long moment, before I finally moved my legs. Ferrara, who sat on the floor beside me shot up almost immediately, his forehead creased with worry as he peered at me — his eyes traveling down my body, then back up to my face. “I — ”

“Hello,” I croaked, mustering a wry smile. My mouth didn't feel like mine, so did my limbs. It felt as though my spirit had somehow transported itself to a new body. “What happened, Sir? You look worried.”

“Pet,” Relief washed over his features, tears streaming out the corners of his eyes. “You're awake. You didn't die.”

“Yeah, I can see that,” I frowned, my muscles protesting loudly as I tried sitting up. What the hell was wrong with me? I'd never been the lazy t