You don't trust me

Emma’s Pov:

I woke up with a splitting headache; it was as if drums were hitting in my head. The binds were open, and I was still very early in the morning. I looked around the room; this wasn’t my room, nor was it Liam’s room. I wondered how I got to this room; I was still wearing what I wore the previous day. My vision was blurry on how I got there, but what I could remember was a maid bringing me a cup of tea. Pregnancy hormones were harsh to me, but not to the point of making me forget things and immediately sleep off after a cup of tea.

I got out of bed, feeling fatigued and tired. I opened the door of the room, and I strolled down the hallway. Different staff were at their different workstations, doing one of their respective duties.

Quietly, I opened the door and peeped through; he was still sleeping curled up on the bed.

I closed the door; there was no point waking him up; moreover, he was leaving the pack house today. I decided to freshen up and meet him later.

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