Elle's Point of view

The night was over, the sun peeked out again. I heard the crows of chickens and saw the bright outside. I opened my eyes as someone pulled back the curtain, and it hit my eyes and face.

My spirit woke up.

My eyes are still a little sore from crying, so I haven't awakened yet.

When I adjusted my eyes, I blinked and thoroughly opened them.

I sat up and leaned against the headboard of the bed. Logan was clutching his waist as he stared at me. I quickly creased my brow. He pulled his lips together as if he was offended and needed to say...