Faith's POV
I woke up groaning, my mouth tasting like dirt and bitterness. Grass brushed against my cheeks. I blinked slowly, confusion clouding my thoughts, then immediately spat out a piece of grass I had somehow managed to chew in my sleep.
"Felix," I whispered, the name falling out of me before I even fully sat up.
Everything came rushing back.
My body didn't ache anymore. In fact, I felt strangely okay—almost too okay. I pushed myself up to my feet quickly, expecting pain, but there was none.
And then I saw him.
Felix, lying on the grass like a forgotten thing. His body was still, his face too pale. He didn't look dead exactly, but he didn't look alive either. It was like something had drained the soul right out of him.
"Felix," I said again, louder this time, running to him, dropping to my knees beside his body.