Arianna's POV
Sleep wrapped around me like a cocoon—deep, heavy, earned.
I heard a knock, once. Then another.
I shifted slightly beneath the covers but didn’t wake. My body refused to cooperate, exhaustion pinning me in place, whatever it was could wait.
I heard the sound of the door opening. I frowned faintly, half-dreaming, half-aware. Soft footsteps moved across the room. The next thing I heard was the sound of fabric sliding along metal. It was the curtains. Light spilled into the room as it opened, warm and gentle, chasing away the shadows.
“Good morning, Miss Kent.”
The calm, pleasant feminine voice made my eyes open. I bolted upright with a gasp, heart slamming violently against my ribs.
A middle-aged woman stood beside my bed. Poised. Dressed neatly in a cream blouse and
