Chapter 90

Cirilla's Point Of View

The heat that accompanied the pain in my body seeped deeper into my bones, dragging me out of the deep silent cave of slumber.

I gasped awake. My lips parched and my throat was too dry as well. I swallowed hard, muffling the groan that almost climbed its way to my lips.

For a minute or two, my eyes were pinned on the wooden ceiling, adjusting my vision to the lighting in the room, and memories from earlier seeped in.

Without warning, I jerked up to a sitting position, hugging my stomach with both my hands as the pain from there grew worse.

"You shouldn't be up. It might reopen your wounds," A voice sounded calmly. I knew that voice. With almost impossible difficulty, I raised my eyes to meet Mason Hartley standing a few distance from me, and he started to the bed with a bowl and napkin in his hands.

I looked around and there were napkins soaked in blood, discarded aside in bowls. "I tried to stop yo