Scarlett's POV
The darkness finally began to clear, replaced by a dull ache behind my eyes and the sound of hushed voices nearby. My head felt heavy, like it was filled with wet sand.
"She's waking up," a woman whispered.
The voice was like a ghost from a dream—silky, gentle, and hauntingly familiar. It was a voice I hadn't heard in two years. A voice I had mourned every single day. A voice I never imagined I would hear again.
I forced my eyes open. Everything was foggy at first, a blur of white walls and expensive wooden furniture. I blinked, trying to clear the chemical haze from my mind, and saw a figure sitting on the edge of the bed. As the image sharpened, my heart didn't just race; it tried to leap out of my chest.
"Luna Olivia?" I gasped, my voice coming out as a choked sob. I tried to jolt backward, but my limbs were still sluggish. "Am I... am I dead?"
