Promises

Ayla POV

I woke up feeling my body hurting, but especially my face, it was burning, and it's very uncomfortable. I wanted to cry from what I was feeling. After all, now I wouldn't even be able to look at myself in the mirror without seeing the scars that will remain.

The stitches are throbbing in a very uncomfortable way and part of me wants to open my mouth and just rip it out, even if it means losing blood or maybe even dying. This clemency that vampires show me is horrible because the recovery is much worse than when I was with Julius. At the worst moments, they just let me sleep, practically in a coma, until I was finally released, even if I wasn't completely well, but in the worst phase, I hardly felt.

"Ayla..." I heard Soren's voice.

I realize he's holding my hand and I pull it towards me. I don't want to have anything to do with someone like him. If I had the choice I would never have contact with any of them again, but that's not for me to decide.

I don't even want to open my