Hannah’s pov
I jerk awake and kick myself back. When I hit my head on something solid, and tiny rocks embed in my hands, I scream.
Arms wrap around me. Even though he doesn’t speak, I know whose arms I’m in.
“You’re ok; you’re safe,” Luke says through my hair, holding me firmly to his chest.
I exhale and cling to him, knowing I am safe with him, a thought I never thought would ever enter my head.
He holds me until I've gathered myself and separated us. He holds my shoulders, making sure I’m steady, and studies me. I nod to him.
“I’m ok. Did I pass out?” I ask.
“Yeah, the pain must have been too much. A slumber helps the healing process, though,” he says, finally releasing me. I feel his loss keenly. I hug myself, needing comfort.
He offers me a drink and goes off to get it while I look around at our surroundings. We appear to be in some cave, though I have no idea where one would be near our homelands.
“Here.” He returns and hands me a bottle.
