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Chapter 19

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Chapter 19

Fox.

Nephelle wasn't lying on the ground, of that she was sure. After all, there was a softness underneath her - too hard to be a bed, but too soft to be the ground. A soft surface that moved, though she had no idea why. It was almost as if she was being rocked to sleep...

But she wasn't a baby - or, at least, she was pretty sure she wasn't. And despite feeling a warmth surrounding her and being strangely comfortable, she didn't feel safe. Not in the least bit.

In fact, there was a feeling of anxiety inside of her heart that begged her to wake up soon, but the more she tried to wake up, the more tired and exhausted she felt.

Her chest hurt and it was hard to breathe, but still, she tried to ignore the discomfort in order to pay attention to her surroundings. She needed to discover where she was and then she needed to get out of there. That need was imperative.

Focusing on her fingertips, she tried to feel what was beneath her.

Her fingers were numb.

Quenching her panic, she attempted to take another deep breath – it came out shallow and making rasping noises. That couldn't be good.

Pushing away the fear, Nephelle tried to focus. She needed to get out of there.

Now, where 'there' was?

Opening her eyes, she looked around - or attempted to. At the very best, things looked weird and blurry, and she could barely see that there was a person with her - a person with blond hair. She tried to focus on his face, tried to see his features, but it was to no avail - she felt so exhausted that she soon found herself closing her eyes and starting to drift off in sleep. After all, the place smelled of fresh flowers and it was warm...

Immediately afterward, she forced her eyes open again – she needed to stay awake. What was going on? Her memories were blurry... Trying to sit, Nephelle winced when her arms refused to cooperate, the numbness making it feel as if a thousand of little ants were biting into her. Her stomach also protested, the sickness alone enough to make her give up and lie down again.

"Oh, you are awake, my dear!" A male voice whispered and she felt something wet on her forehead. A kiss? "That's good to see, of course, but then you always tended to overcome my expectations."

"Fox?" Nephelle asked, thinking it strange when her voice came out sounding a little drunk."Where's...?"

She had the impression of seeing the man's expression close – almost as if he was angry – but it happened too fast and her sight was too blurry for her to be sure of it. Groaning in pain, she moved, trying to get comfortable.

Blinking hard, Nephelle cursed when her sight remained blurry. Trying to sit once again, she felt tears fill up her eyes at the sudden stab of pain. Conscious that she needed to stay calm, she started trying to focus on her breathing as a way to block out the violent ache. It didn't work.

Slowly, she felt herself slide back down on the place - was she lying on this man's lap? Eyes widening, she tried to sit once again, trying to leave her place on this man's lap.