Liana woke to the sound of sticks clashing, the sharp cracks echoing faintly through the room. She instinctively blinked open her eyes, blurry and disoriented, seeking a source of light. It came from a wide floor to ceiling window. The sunlight streamed in, warm but irritating to her eyes. She groaned softly and shut her eyes again, trying to ease the sudden strain. Her head pounded heavily, and she struggled to keep her bile from rising.
A few seconds passed before she attempted to open her eyes once more, slower this time. The world came into view with a fuzzy sense of unfamiliarity. The ceiling swung for a moment, before the blurriness began to fade.
Her surroundings were strange—a large bedroom in shades of white, black and dark blue. It was clearly a man’s, judging by the cold palet
