Lilia's eyes fluttered open as a dull ache throbbed in her head. A bright light burned against her vision, making her wince as she struggled to adjust. Everything felt hazy, her thoughts sluggish, but one name rushed into her mind with alarming urgency.
Zethan.
Where was he?
A surge of panic jolted through her, overriding the pain in her head. She sat up too quickly, a wave of dizziness hitting her, but she forced herself to focus. This wasn't her room. It wasn't the mansion. It wasn't Zethan's room. Her breath hitched as her gaze darted across the unfamiliar surroundings.
The walls were a soft ivory, the air thick with the sterile scent of antiseptic and something floral. The furniture gleamed under the fluorescent lighting—sleek, polished, luxurious.
This wasn't just any hospital. No, it was something much more extravagant.
Her throat tightened. Fear crept into her bones, making her shiver.
'Where was Zethan?'
