Chapter 35 Lost

WESTLEY I WOKE UP with the feeling that someone pulled me out of the train wrecked. My body was burning. My mouth was dry and tasted bitter. The first thing I noticed was that the room was dim-lit. I stilled as I half-opened my eyes to see a familiar figure sitting in front of me. Clyve. What the hell is going on? He hadn’t noticed that I was already awake. He was staring at me, but I knew he was in deep thought. His brows knitted into a deep frown and his lips pressed into a thin line. “Linton?”...