Eira's POV
I stirred at the sound of voices nearby.
My eyes fluttered open, but the dizziness clung to me like a heavy fog. My limbs felt weighed down, my chest hurt and breathing felt like a chore.
The ceiling above me was unfamiliar, definitely not of the hospital room I had last seen. I turned my head to look around. The room was well-furnished, its walls and floor made of polished wood, even the air smelled different too, something warmer… richer. Wood. Earth. Home.
'Their home. I'm inside their home.'
Panic crept up as the realisation struck me. I tried to move, ignoring the pain in me chest, only to find one of my wrists cuffed to the side of the bed.
They truly meant to keep me here as their captive.
Once more I heard those voices, now getting closer and clearer.
"I'm not going to that bitch. I'm not a damn doctor. Call Liam," came a frustrated voice from just beyond the door.
