Rome, Italy.
Alliana's pov:
I woke up, disoriented, as if I had just emerged from a coma. Blinking several times, I sat up and rubbed my eyes, trying to make sense of my surroundings. A quick glance around the room made my brows furrow in recognition; it was the hotel where I had been staying with Souline. A sharp pain in my leg stopped me from moving further, and I winced, glancing down to see it wrapped in bandages with a red patch in the middle.
"Alliana," a voice called. Turning around, I saw Souline standing there. "Souline? When did you—" I began, my confusion clear. Before I could finish, she rushed into my arms, hugging me so tightly I could barely breathe. "You're awake!" she cried, her sobs breaking through her words. "I am," I said, still perplexed, as I hugged her back.
