Emily Rose POV.
I awoke in a warm bed on a soft mattress, my body wrapped in satin bedsheets. So, so good.
It was something I have heard before. Brion slept in it. I could smell his masculine scent on the pillow, mixed with his expensive cologne. I yawned and stretched my arms. I felt at ease. After that horrible attack, I needed a good nap.
Wait!!! Attack!!!
I sat down on the bed. My heart nearly leaped out of my chest. I looked around frantically, but there was only Isabella in the room with me. Her maid's uniform consisted of a tight black dress with short sleeves and a white apron. Her hair was in a big messy bun. Her eyes were filled with compassion, and she smiled softly.
"How do you feel, Emily?" She asked softly and rose from her chair.
"Can you tell me what happened?" I inqu
