Warm wind made her frown. Even though her eyes were closed, Leah knew that a warm window was not normal.
She opened her eyes and blinked when she saw an unfamiliar ceiling. It still remained the same.
Slightly delirious, we sat up and looked around the room. It was a completely different setting, just like how a beach house would be. Light colors and decor decorated the entire room with French windows with had white curtains that blew as the air flew in.
What the hell?
She took the blanket, swinging her legs down. Her feet immediately stepped on the slippers, like they had been placed purposely in the exact spot, she slipped her feet through them before standing up and walking out of the room.
Leah stepped into an unfamiliar hallway, confirming his suspicion that she was indeed, in a house that she had not stepped in before.
Why was she here? Who brought her here?
