Ninety six.

Irina’s POV

It was hot, like ridiculously boiling hot. My skin was tight as I tried to move, and everything ached, sort of like I had been in bed for too long, my body stiff where I hadn’t moved for some time.

Groaning as I sit up, I almost cry, I was alone, my baby bump gone, instead a healed scar stood in its place, a long red raggedy line that reached hip to hip and my stomach was completely flat. What had happened, where was my baby? And why did I have a scar? My healing abilities should have healed me properly.

“Hello?” I call out and no one answers, Raine is quiet too, a little too quiet. She doesn't stir, which has me worried.

“Damien” I call out through the link, it was weird, I knew he hadn’t heard it, but I also knew it hadn’t even travelled far enough to reach him, sort of like my words had just died out.

I was starting to panic, what could have happened? The last thing I remembered is being stabbed in the neck with something. I couldn't even look at my neck to see if there