#Chapter111
Evelyn’s POV
Waking up, I feel fingers run down my spine, making me shiver and my eyes fly open. Sitting up, I find I am in a room and the person touching me was Thaddeus. He watches me as I look around at the unfamiliar surroundings. The room I am in is huge and has arched windows looking out into the darkness. Shaking my head, I try to remember the last thing that happened. All I remember is Meranda getting shot and the sensation of moving fast. I feel a draft brush across my skin from the open window, making me look down to see I only have my jeans and a bra on.
/"Where is my shirt?/" I ask, my voice trembling as confusion sets in.
/"You threw up at the apartment,/" Thaddeus tells me, and I vaguely remember. I tug the surrounding blanket, covering myself from his watchful eyes.
