Waking the Fae [BOOK ONE]

Chapter 30

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This is the final chapter of the book. (It's done . . . what?!) This is the second book I've completed and I didn't think I'd even finish one of them!

lokie66 I want to dedicate this to you because you were voting for the story when I started this nearly a year ago and you're still doing it. You can't know how much it means. P.S Get better and heal :)           

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 Her head was pounding, as if someone was smashing something against her skull. That was the first thing Rebecca realised. Sluggishly she tried to open her eyes, but found they wouldn't do what she wanted — it was like someone had glued them shut.

She could breathe, that was for sure. There was nothing that was restricted her from breathing. Rebecca tried to move, but found her limbs were unresponsive.

Déjà vu — that's what this was. And, frankly, the phrase was the last thing she wanted to think. She was sick of it. A hospital, this was what this was. There wasn't another option. The only time she ever felt weighed down to a bed, without anything keeping her there was when she was on a hospital bed.

"Don't move, you need to rest."

The voice was far off, slightly morphed. Rebecca didn't recognise whoever was speaking and that was more than a little worrying.

The last thing she remembered was being in the forest. Mikael attacking. Adam turning up. Then blacking out. Had Mikael won? Did they have her?

It was through sheer will — and fear — that Rebecca opened her eyes. They felt sluggish and she was blinded by the light instantly. Hurriedly, she shut them again.

"Don't move. Please."

Rebecca jumped, the voice closer now. Regaining her bearings she squinted, trying to fake sleep. If they were the enemy she didn't need them to know she was awake. In the end it proved to be a futile effort. She could make out her own body — covered over with a blanket — and little else.

"Rebecca."

The voice was vaguely familiar, but she couldn't place it. Whether or not that was good or bad news, she wasn't sure. She hoped it wasn't the latter. Because they knew her name.

"Rebecca. You're safe, you're okay."

That was exactly what someone would say if they were trying to convince her she was safe. Under the blanket, Rebecca moved her foot. There was nothing restricting her movement so they clearly hadn't trapped her.

"Salvatée."

That was a voice she knew. No one else called her that, because there was only one person she'd resurrected accidentally. She gave up on her guise, whispering, "Adam," so faintly she barely heard herself.

When a hand made contact with her shoulder, she flinched instinctively. Her eyes snapped and with wide, panicked eyes, she looked at the hand touching her. It was soft, feminine and heavily scarred along the index finger. Slowly, Rebecca followed the hand until she saw an arm. Then it was a white uniform, and an elderly, haggard face.

Rebecca flinched away, breath leaving her unsteadily. "What-what's happening?" Her voice shook. "Where am I?"

The elderly woman looked panicked, stricken even. She stared at Rebecca as if she was something otherworldly and strange. "Ex-excuse me?"