Charles turned away from Fiona, the room had gone eerily quiet. He could still smell the sweet scent of her blood in the air, the salt of her tears still clinging to the pillow.
Elizabeth was gone, he turned to look at Fiona confusion coloring his face.
"Where is she?" He asked.
***
It was the pain that eventually pulled Elizabeth out of unconsciousness.
She was naked on the floor in her dark bedroom, not the bedroom that she had at the house in Prague. But the one she had in her parents home, the one with flowers on the wall and the girly looking bedspread, the one that was really her room. Everything looked exactly as she had left it, the laptop sitting at her desk, the pictures on the wall, the clock on her nightstand reading 3:15 a.m.
It seemed the only thing different
