Chapter 146- Ungrateful? Or Alive?
Beatrice POV
I felt something pull me back.
Warmth… light… pain in my throat.
Was I dead?
My eyelids fluttered open slowly. Bright light hit my eyes, and I winced.
It was too bright. I tried to open them wider, but the light was burning through. I groaned and turned my head slightly to the side.
Everything felt heavy. My body… my heart… my head.
I'm alive? My fingers moved to my neck. I touched it gently.
It was sore. Bruised. But I could still breathe.
I let out a shaky sigh of relief.
"I thought I died…" I whispered to myself.
I tried to sit up—tried to push myself up with my elbows—but the second I moved, my body collapsed back to the chair. My chest hurt, my limbs felt weak, and my head spun.
"You shouldn't stress yourself," a voice said from the side.
I turned my head and saw him.
Declan.
The devil himself. Sitting calmly in the corner like he didn't just try to kill me with his bare hands.
My blood boiled.