Arabella's POV
My throat burned like I had just taken a swig of pure battery acid while my eyelids felt as heavy as lead as I willed them to open just a little. My entire body felt loose and relaxed yet too heavy to move. I felt different, altered in some way I couldn't quite pinpoint.
Wherever I was, the air was cold and the scent of my mate was saturated and faint. He wasn't here anymore and judging by the cool air there was no way I was still in hell. But the thought of him brought that devishly handsome face to mind. His dark onyx unruly hair that hung over his forhead, and those honey coloured eyes that had me speechless every single time I became entrapped by them.
It was him who gave me strength, him who continued to fuel this insecentient desire within me that could never be tam
