Annabelle's POV
"Is he going to be okay?" I asked Izzy, as I brushed his hair backwards with my fingers. He had been asleep for quite a while now. Five hours to be exact. I knew it was one of the effects of blood loss and of course, the tranquillizer Izzy had injected him with to knock him out.
I had felt there hadn't been a need for that. He had been too immobile to fathom our whereabouts or where we were going. But as Izzy pointed out, one couldn't be too careful.
Izzy rolled her eyes at me before handing me the glass of water I had requested. We were in my bedroom and Charles was lying on my bed. We had decided it was best to keep him close to me, to make him more relaxed when he woke up.
"He is going to be fine Anna," Rita answered, sending Izzy an irritating stare.
"What? It's not my fault she looks whipped." Izzy said defensively as she plummeted down into the small couch that was at the corner of the room.
