Jade's POV
I wake up on a cold floor. Oh it's ice. I turn in a circle wondering where I am. I walk foward and find a door, gingerly pushing it open. Inside is a bedeoom. No, it's a cell. There is a bed pushed against the wall in the middle of the room. Everything is a pale blue. There are cameras in every corner and bars on the windows.
A door opens to reveal a figure. I reach behind my back to grab a knife, but I realize I am in a white dress.
I look up, qnd see him. Cole. His blond hair is pusged out of his face; his green eyes meet mine and I am running. He meets me halfway, pulling me into a warn embrace. His lips meet mine and all I feel is bliss.
"Jade," he breathes out, barely above a whisper.
I grip his shirt and sob. My Cole is here. My Cole is okay. But he isn't, he's dead.
"You aren't real." He furrows his eyebrows in confusion.
"What?"
"You are dead." He shakes his head.
"That is what she wants you to think. Jade, I am alive."
"NO YOU AREN'T!!!" I yell. He grabs me and walks to the bed, setting me on his lap and holding me close.
"I am alive. I promise. I love you so much, Jade."
"What a beautiful lie," I whisper.
"Jade, you aren't listening. I am being held captive. This room is real. I am real. And I will get out and find you."
"I wish it was."
"You won't believe me, so just heed this. Beware of Ash."
"I love you, Cole. I want to sleep." He sighs, lifts the covers and crawls under with me, holding me close until I fall asleep.