~Annalyn POV~
When I opened my eyes, the first thing I saw were faces leaning over me. Celix, Matteo and Lucas. Their eyes were filled with concern, almost desperate.
"You're awake?" Matteo's voice was the first. "How are you? You finally woke up."
My throat felt dry as I exhale and forced out, "What… happened to me?"
Matteo answered quickly, his tone tight, "You fainted, you were trying too hard to remember something."
Remember? Yes... something pressed at the back of my head, but when I tried to reach it, pain came like knives, I turned my gaze to Lucas, his eyes dark as night, lips parted as if he wanted to speak but hesitated.
"Why do you want her out so badly," I asked him, "that you were even feeding her?"
Lucas froze. His fists clenched, then, softly, "I'm sorry, Annalyn, I just… I can't control myself. Every time I'm around you, it's not me pulling closer, it's her... she pulls me."
