Light stabbed my eyes the moment I opened them—rude. I hissed and snapped them shut, grumbling under my breath like an old vampire waking at noon. After a few blinks and some creative cursing, I finally adjusted enough to squint around.
White walls. A window cracked open to my left. A sofa to my right. The air smelled clean—too clean. Sanitized. Sterile. And warm... like cedar, wind, and safety.
Andrew.
I looked down to find myself swimming in his shirt. Of course. My nose buried in the collar for a second longer than necessary—just enough to make the ache in my chest soften.
Where the hell was I? What happened?
The covers slid off as I sat up, ignoring the way my body ached like I'd been chewed up and spit out by the universe. My feet hit the cold floor. I stood, wobbling only slight
