Abbey’s POV
I wake up to the afternoon light streaming in from the window, the late rays landing across my face as I blink groggily. Sitting up, it takes a second for me to remember why I’m in bed in the middle of the day, fully clothed.
I blink back the tears that spring to my eyes, refusing to cry any more. My life is a s.hit show, but that doesn’t mean I get to sit here and feel sorry for myself. I’ve got a little girl who is counting on me to keep her safe from Demitri and his followers, and that is more important than my feelings.
I slide off the bed, brushing my hands down the wrinkled shirt I’m wearing, and pad my way across the bedroom on my sock covered feet, cracking open the door and hurrying across the hall to the bathroom.
Once inside, I use the facilities before flushing
