Chapter eight

Arabella winced as she awoke, the discomfort piercing through her. Shifting position, a groan escaped her lips as pain flared with the slightest movement. Her lashes fluttered against her cheeks before she snapped her eyes open. Realizing she lay on her stomach, she furrowed her brows once her vision cleared, and, despite the pounding in her head, she sat up on the bed. "Shit!" she gasped softly, using a pillow to brace herself as she leaned toward the edge of the bed and shut her eyes. After a moment, she opened them again, her gaze wandering around the expansive room decorated entirely in white. She didn't need to think twice to identify the infirmary; the scent of bleach and antiseptic that wafted into her nostrils was unmistakable. She gagged slightly and glared at the IV line connected to her vein as memories of what had happened flooded back. A wave of anger surged within her as she thought about the person responsible. He must be some sort of monster. The lack of remorse he disp