Madeline's POV My awareness returned slowly, like I was surfacing from deep water. For the first time in days, I could think clearly, without the constant fog of sedatives weighing down my mind. I blinked several times, trying to focus my vision, and realized I was sitting in a comfortable seat upholstered in soft leather. When I finally managed to lift my head and look forward, I found myself staring into a familiar pair of blue eyes. Marcus sat across from me, wearing a white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up, his dark hair slightly messy, like he hadn't slept either. There was unmistakable relief on his face, mixed with something deeper. It was genuine concern. "Where am I?" I asked, my voice rough after so long without speaking properly. "Right now?" Marcus replied with a small smile. "Somewhere over the Atlantic." "The Atlantic? The Atlantic?" I repeated, confused, trying to process the impossible words. "How did I…?" "We're going to Valentia," he said calmly, l
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