Lina's POV
I woke strapped to a cold operating table.
My wrists were bound above my head, the restraints digging into my skin whenever I moved. A dull ache pulsed behind my eyes. The room smelled sharply of antiseptic, and somewhere beside me a machine gave a steady, mechanical beep.
But my first thought, my only thought, was for the tiny life I'd been hiding for two months.
My hand instinctively moved toward my stomach, but the restraints stopped me halfway.
"You're awake." Damon's voice came from beside the table. "Good. I hate talking to unconscious people. It feels rude."
I forced my eyes open. White lights burned overhead. Stainless steel trays stood beside the table, covered with neatly arranged instruments. He sat in a chair a few feet away, one leg crossed over
