Lola woke up alone in the guest room with the drapes drawn in darkness.

Her head fell heavy down on the pillow and it was near impossible to get out of bed, even the idea was too much for her exhausted mind to handle.

She touched her waist where the wood had staked her that night in the barn- her fingers moved up over her shoulder where the metal bar had stabbed straight through her and she graced her fingers over every part that had been wounded but where nothing showed. All ...