-ARIA-
My body was wrapped in the softest cloud, and everything smelled like crisp linen and lemongrass.
Am I dead?
No. Unfortunately, dead people probably don’t have a jackhammer pounding inside their skulls or a throat that feels like a frog crawled in, died, and left a note.
So… definitely not dead.
My eyes fluttered open—or tried to—and a tall window wobbled into existence. I was sprawled on the edge of a very large, very fancy bed. Absolutely not my lumpy mattress.
I pushed myself upright, and the duvet slid off my body. My very nearly naked body.
Fantastic.
Bra and panties. That was it.
How did you end up here, Aria? Think. Use the three remaining brain cells still clinging to life.
Dark beige walls. Modern dark furniture. Thick, soft carpet. Generic art. Everything is expe
