Samantha's P. O. V

“Serena," Ryan muttered, his expression giving nothing away.

“You kept calling the name over and over again after I found you unconscious," I explained. “Who exactly is she?"

Ryan's lips parted, but before he could say anything, a loud knock on the door interrupted him.

“Why does stuff like this always happen at such critical moments?” I groaned mentally.

Ashford walked in, balancing a tray laden with food on both hands.

“Rise and shine, my dear Samantha, because breakfast is served," he grinned, presenting the plates one after the other. “Smoked Biltong, root vegetable mash, wild mushroom soup…"

“Hold on” I interrupted, gesturing slightly. “How am...