I woke up slowly, wrapped in warmth.
Which was strange.
My apartment was always cold. The heating barely worked, and I'd gotten used to waking up shivering under my thin comforter.
But this?
This was soft.
Too soft.
I shifted slightly, sinking deeper into whatever I was lying on. Expensive sheets. The kind that felt like clouds. A mattress that probably cost more than my rent.
My brain was still foggy, half-asleep, trying to piece together,
Wait.
Wait.
My eyes snapped open.
This wasn't my bed.
This wasn't my apartment.
I bolted upright, heart hammering, and took in my surroundings.
A massive bedroom. Floor-to-ceiling windows with sunlight streaming through expensive curtains. Sleek modern furniture. A chandelier, an actual chandelier, hanging from the ceiling.
And me.
In the middle of a bed that could fit five people.
Oh God.
Oh no.
The memories slammed into me all at once.
The phone call. The car. The hotel. Cassian.
