Chapter 15

• ISABELLA'S POV ~
• “Oh heavens!” I muttered to myself, my hand instinctively flying to my aching forehead as I sat up in bed. My head felt like it was throbbing in rhythm with every beat of my heart, and my throat was so parched I could practically feel the sandpaper texture of my own tongue.
• As I crawled across the bed to reach for the jug of water that I always kept on my nightstand, I realized something was off. This wasn't my room, and there was no jug waiting for me on the nightstand.