Arabella's POV

I woke up feeling more than a little parched but better. My nausea and headache had dissipated.

I opened my eyes in increments. The room was too bright. Come to think of it. I was no longer in the dungeon. I inhaled deeply. It was Luciano's scent. I was in his bed.

What was I doing here? I moved only to wince at the pain of pulling on the IV I was connected to. I remembered him telling me he was going to kill me, I remembered the sensation of the world fading around me, my building nausea, and my total and complete loss of strength.

"Oh, you...