Lilith's POV

Adams didn't smile, nor did Ronan. Their faces were grim, a person who tasted vinegar wouldn't look as bad as they did.

I wanted to ask how long I was out and what I had missed all through the day, but decided not to.

It could wait.

“What's wrong? Did something terrible happen during the day?”

They didn't reply or move, they remained like a statue, suspended in time.

I tried to move but my head hurt, just like the dream. Adams noticed my discomfort, from the speed with which I touched my head, to the frown on my face.

“What's wrong, my love?” he asked. He moved...