FIONA
The first thing I noticed when I woke up was the warmth.
It was the kind that could only come from a large fireplace heating up an even larger room.
Sure enough the air smelled faintly of charring cedarwood and something fresh and citrusy.
Beneath me, the mattress was softer than anything I had ever slept on, and the urge to close my eyes and drift back off to sleep was almost overwhelming.
But then all the events of the last few hours came crashing back into my mind and reluctantly, I blinked my eyes open.
For a few seconds I simply lay there, staring up at the high ceiling of the four poster bed draped in pale purple silk that stirred gently in the night breeze from an open window.
Everything still felt like a nightmare.
Especially the part where I had stupidly kissed th
