James's POV
It's been nearly an hour since I woke up from dreaming about Aimee. What's happening to her? Is she in danger? Or is she experiencing the same thing as me right now, haunted by longing?
"I'm not stupid. You're thinking about Aimee, huh! Look into my eyes, James!" Emily snapped at me, but I ignored her, lay back on the pillow, and closed my eyes.
Unfortunately, Emily always gets upset when someone opposes what she says. So, I, who just wanted to go back to sleep, had to endure her grip with her bony fingers and sharp nails.
"Look at me!"
I don't know, Emily's gaze seemed to emit a green light that quickly dazzled my eyes. But one thing I realized, this brief dazzle made me feel very calm and forget what I was thinking and what had happened before.
"How do you feel now?" Emily asked with a mischievous smile.
"What? How do I feel? I don't know, I'm fine. What happened?"
