6 Hours later…
As consciousness slowly seeps back into her mind, Dea found herself blinking against the soft light filtering through the sheer curtains. Despite her delirious state, the dull ache that encompassed her body served as a grim reminder of what she had endured just hours before. With a groan, she shifted on the couch, her muscles protesting against the movement.
As her senses gradually sharpened, Dea became aware of her surroundings. She was still in the same room, lying on the couch where Andres had been seated earlier. Andres himself was now engrossed in a stack of papers at the desk, his brow furrowed in concentration. Orion stood by the window, his gaze fixed on the outside world, he looked troubled and if Dea didn't know any better she would say he looked a bit worried as well.
