Sienna's POV
I came back to consciousness slowly, like surfacing through deep water.
The first thing I felt was the pain — dull and insistent, radiating from my shoulder in waves that sharpened whenever I shifted position. The second thing was the light, bright and immediate, slamming into my eyes before I was ready for it. I threw my arm over my face and lay still for a moment, letting my body remember how to work before I asked anything more of it.
When I finally lowered my arm and opened my eyes properly, the room assembled itself around me in familiar pieces. The high ceiling. The dark wood furniture. The particular quality of light through those curtains.
Xavier's room.
I stared at it for a moment, reconstructing the events that had put me here. The rogue camp. Sasha crouching in front of me with that smile. The chaos of the rescue. A shot ringing out. Then nothing—a gap, dark and complete, like a page torn from a book.
