Emily's POV

“Water.” I croaked, even before opening my eyes.

“Did you hear that?” One hushed voice said.

I heard footsteps running to the bed I was stretched out on.

It didn't feel like the hospital bed, in the ward part of the palace. It felt big, plush, and spacious.

“Emily?” Two worried voices, with creased faces bent over me.

“Yes.” I croaked.

Damon looked like he'd aged ten years faster.

“Get her some water please.” He tapped Dathan, who ran along.

“How do you feel?” Damon asked me as soon as Dathan left us both to ourselves.

“Dead.” I answered, choking.

“That's fair.” Damon sighed, looking away. “Why did...