Chapter 77. Ruthless

Eliana

Whispers of sweet nothings filled my ears, filtering through my dreams, slowly pulling out of the fog. I heard Scott mumble something under his breath.

I could sense his worry, the love in every gentle squeeze of his hand over mine, in the light kisses and in his whispered confessions.

I was either in a different dimension or living a dream while dreaming. I had once woken up to the sound of my mother’s soft voice. Her hands brushed through my hair as she sniffed.

Camila Mendes Garcia was crying, she was actually crying! Maybe that was a dream.

I awakened once more. My head ached less but my body felt so heavy. Every movement I made hurt like hell.

My eyes felt less sore but still wouldn’t let me open them. I tried moving my fingers, realizing there was someone on each side, each hand held with such tender affection.

“Sweetie?”

I tried to force my eyes open at the sound of Aunt Susie’s voice, wincing as light filtered in.