It hurts. It hurts so much that it feels as if I've been ripped into two. 

I bit my lower lip to suppress the painful groan that threatened to emit.

I fluttered my eyelashes and opened my eyes to find myself in Wyatt's teenage room. 

The door and the window were shut, and the only source of light was the dimmed accent night lamp next to the bedside.

My arms, legs, and whole body feel so soft and sore as if I've done a hectic exercise.

Indeed, being eaten by Wyatt was very hectic. The thought of what happened the night before made my face burn.

Even Maia had fallen...