Tanya's POV
The darkness around me slowly dissipated and gradually I could feel light hitting behind my lids. I stirred but I felt weak. The darkness which was disappearing seemed comfortable and at that moment I didn't want it to go.
'Get the hell up Tanya' a feminine voice spoke in my mind. It was strange and yet familiar all at once.
"Who- who is that?" I interrogated, sensing my brows knitting in a frown as I moved on to what appeared to be a bed. A hard one that was different from the one Dante and I shared.
"It's me, darling, I'm here," I heard Dante say but I didn't see him as my lids were still shut. Rather I sensed him lift my palm and clasped it in his large ones.
"No no, not you," I told, and shook my head.
"Then it should be Dalia or Victor, they are both here, we are all here," He spoke rapidly, happiness evident in his tone.
