Natalie~
The first thing I noticed when I woke up, was how strangely well-rested I felt. My eyelids fluttered open to soft light filtering through beautiful, white, transparent curtains, and for a moment, I thought I was dreaming. The soft mattress beneath me was far too comfortable, the blanket too warm and secure. Confusion settled over me like a fog as I sat up slowly, rubbing my eyes.
I blinked around the room, my heart skipping a beat when recognition struck. This room. This bed.
This was definitely Zane's house.
Panic bubbled up in my chest as fragments of yesterday slammed into my consciousness. The fight. Timothy. The masked man—his voice, his unexpected kindness, and then...
That son of a bitch! He handed me over to Zane's people. Like a package.
