Ivy stretches, her body unfolding across sheets that smell clean and unfamiliar. A small sound escapes her throat, pure relief washing over her. The nightmare is finally over.
She blinks awake, recognizing the vaulted ceiling above her. Slowly, she turns her head, absorbing the room awash in morning light.
Then she sees him.
Kai is seated in the recliner opposite her, dressed in a suit, one ankle crossed over his knee. The sunrise filters through the window behind him. Under different circumstances, she might have found herself staring at him, allowing herself to admire his presence.
But these are not those circumstances.
Because she remembers.
Every single detail.
The haze that had clouded her mind since arriving here, the strange gaps in her memory, and those moments that felt dre
