"Ella…" a voice called
"Ella, can you hear me?.." it echoed a second time
"It's me, Jillian…. Wake up, Guinevere. Let me see your beautiful face one more time. Oh, how I've missed you…"
"Mmmm… Jillian?.."
His voice was distant, faint, almost like a whisper carried by the wind, yet Ella had no doubt in her mind that it belonged to him.
Jillian?
He was calling out to her. But where was he?
She couldn't see a thing. There was nothing but darkness stretching endlessly around her, thick and suffocating, swallowing everything whole.
"Jillian…"
"Jillian!"
Ella's eyes flew open as she bolted upright in bed, her body jolting forward as though she had been pulled from the depths of something unseen. Her breathing came in sharp, uneven bursts, her chest rising and falling rapidly as her heart slammed wildly against her ribs.
Where was he?
