Angel's POV
The first thing I felt was the absence of pain.
I became aware of this before I was fully aware of anything else - the absence of something that should have been there. I had been stabbed. I knew I had been stabbed. I had felt the unbearable pain, and I had gone down with it. I had also felt a cold chill spread throughout my body.
And now…
Nothing.
I opened my eyes.
The ceiling of Raul's room. The fireplace, still going. And Terrell -Terrell's face, close to mine, with an expression of deep fear. His hands were on me - my face, my shoulders, the grip of someone who had been holding on tightly.
I looked at him.
"What…" I started.
"Who did this." He cut me off instead, with still on his voice.
"Terrell, what happened to me? I was stabbed, I felt it, and now…" I put my hand to my side. My clothing was damaged - the evidence of the wound was there, the blood, the torn fabric - but underneath it, my skin was completely whole, without a single mark. "How am I…"
