Leah

My body ached all over as I turned on my side. My skin was clammy, the shirt clinging to my damp body. My throat parched, my head pounding with a persistent throb.

I thought I was going to die last night.

The room was dark, except for a little light that slipped through the gap of the tightly drawn curtains.

I blinked, seeing a figure sitting in a chair across from the bed, watching me.

My heart raced as I sat up. "Liam?" I whispered.

He didn't respond.

When he stood up and moved ...