Chapter eighty.

Emily's POV.

I stirred slightly and let out a weary yawn as my eyes flew open weakly. The environment that I found myself in seemed to be quite strange, it looked nothing like my different from my room, and surprisingly, instead of a soft pillow, my head seemed to lay on a rather hard surface.

I tried to sit up, but it seemed like I was been caged to whatever I was laying on. As soothing as it was, I needed to know where I was.

Gradually, I struggled out of whatever grip on me.

A loud screamed almost bubbles out of my mouth as my gaze suddenly landed on Liam's face, he was shirtless, his eyes squeezed shut as he slept soundly.

"What the hell!" I couldn't hold it back anymore, as a loud growl escaped my mouth.

That seemed to shake him up from his deep slumber, his eyes weakly fluttered open and landed on me and surprisingly, a wide smile broke out on his face.

And whatever is funny?

"Liam where the hell is this?"

His eyes narrowed at me, followed by an amused chuckle. "This is