Lia woke to the smell of coffee and the sound of Caspian's voice in the other room.
She blinked against the morning light streaming through the windows. For a moment she didn't remember where she was. Then it all came rushing back. The confession. The Bratva. Victor. Everything.
She sat up slowly. Her wrists ached. Her face throbbed. But she was alive. Safe. In Caspian's bed.
The clock on the nightstand showed eight AM. She slept for six hours. The most uninterrupted sleep she'd had in weeks.
Voices filtered through the closed bedroom door. Caspian. And someone else. Male. Deep voice. Dorian probably.
Lia got up. Found her dress from last night draped over a chair. She was still wearing Caspian's shirt. It hit her mid-thigh and smelled like him. She kept it on.
When she opened the be
