h1>BLAKE’S P.O.V
My head was pounding in my skull. It almost felt like someone was using my head to do construction work. I tried to open my eyes but couldn’t, merely doing that was too much for me. I had never felt so weak or worn out in my life.
I could feel the cold ground under me and I tried to figure out what I was doing on the ground when the memories slammed into me like a freight train. I cursed and rushed to my feet, ignoring the pounding in my skull and the ache in my body.
The room looked the same as it did before I passed out but the only difference was Amelia’s stale scent. I cursed under my breath and looked through my pocket for my phone only to find it missing. A growl nearly ripped from my throat. She had played me.
