Chapter 13

***POV:Amara***

I hear faint music, beautiful music. I feel weightless. Am I dead? I creep towards consciousness, the music bringing me forward. What a beautiful melody. There is a voice singing along to the music, deep and husky. It’s like it is calling to me. I open my eyes and I look around. I have no idea where I am, but everything hurts. I become aware of the IV attached to me. I sit up a little and look down at myself. My foot injuries from the trap have been cleaned and stitched. I see a few other stitches on my right arm, lots of bruising. My hands immediately trail down to my stomach. The baby, what about the baby? It all comes rushing back to me at once. Trent and Heather, the horrible men, and a vague memory of the man who saved me, and something about his smell. Tears start falling, I am overcome with the emotions of all that has happened. I dry my face as best I can. I need to get up, I feel stiff and want to see more of where it is that I am. I am wearing a light, loose