Samantha P. O. V

I could feel a warm, moist breath on my face, a gentle puff that made my heart skip a beat. My eyes rolled, but they refused to open. The breath grew stronger, more insistent until it was almost unbearable.

Finally, my eyes slowly opened and I was greeted by a blurry world. I blinked repeatedly, trying to shake off the sleep.

Once I was sure that my vision was clear enough, I looked up at the figure standing in front of me. I immediately felt a sharp pain in my chest as I stared at a face I knew all too well, a face that engraved...