Chapter 315

ELENA

It felt warm, like a hug. I snuggled into the softness; it smelled like lavender, a direct contrast to the hell I had shut my eyes against at the first whiff of him.

“She’s waking.”

“Is she? Pfft, she’s not.”

“Ow, Gianna. That hurt.”

“Know when to joke like that.”

“I wasn’t lying. Lena moved!”

Those voices. I frowned at their whispers, so loud they might as well have screamed into my ears with a microphone.

Him.

Wait—him!

My lids flashed open, coming face-to-face with a soft baby-blue ceiling. My brain worked overtime to place where this was and why it felt so familiar, then halted as the memories began to stomp in.

I swallowed hard.

If I were to believe every scene my brain handed out, then Nico was truly alive, and the blood he was drenched in wasn’t his. If I dared to believe, then he was just around the corner and…

“ELENA!”

Two pairs of arms suddenly wrapped around me. Blinking through my d