Lavender. I can smell lavender and chamomile and something else, sweetly fragrant… bergamot? Lemongrass, maybe?
My eyes flutter open, and I blink up at a gloomy, candlelit ceiling.
I turn my head to the side, taking in the blurry sight of a small room cast in shadows and the golden glow from several tall moss-green candles arranged in a wrought iron candelabra.
I’m lying on some sort of elevated bed… no… a table of sorts… oh my god, an operating table? And am I naked?!
I look down and can see some sort of thin white sheet covering my body, the cool crisp fabric lighting touching my bare skin.
What are they doing to me?
I sit up too quickly and I immediately reel from the head-rush, a wave of woozy numbness washing over me as the white sheet falls away to reveal my naked chest.
“Good
