A sharp, acrid smoke dragged me out of a deep, disorienting sleep. Blinking against the haze, I realized I was lying in a place I didn't recognize, my head swimming with confusion. The ceiling above me was dark, and I caught sight of a strange statue standing solemnly by the window, its shadow looming over the room.
I blinked, disoriented. “Hello?”
The figure near the statue spun around at the sound of my voice. With a snap of her fingers, the room was suddenly bathed in soft, golden light. It was Cali, her expression a mix of concern and something more—worry, perhaps?
“Hey,” I managed, my voice hoarse. As I slowly registered my surroundings, my eyes widened. This wasn’t Stefan’s room. I wasn’t sure where I was, but the stark contrast of the blue walls and curtains made it clear I wasn’
