Chapter 122 Eleven: Piccola

"I promise you this isn't what you think." The whispered words break through the fog, and I wonder if that is Blake. I must be dreaming because why else would he be here? I roll over and wince at the sharp pain shooting through my face. "Okay, maybe it is what you think, but I swear—" My eyes fly open because that is Blake and he's whispering. My eyes lock with his, and I see he has his phone pressed to his ear. Whatever he was about to say, he stops and stares at me.