Senna’s POV
I woke up in a bed that was too soft. That was the first thing I noticed. I didn’t notice the ceiling above me, or the quiet. I didn’t notice the unfamiliar scent of something clean and floral.
I noticed the bed.
It was so comfortable and lush, like being on a cloud. That’s how I knew I was somewhere very unfamiliar.
I pushed myself up too fast. Pain flared through my side, like sharp knives. It was enough to make me suck in a breath.
“Right,” I muttered. My wound came flooding back to me. It was still there, although it was heavily bandaged and not nearly as painful as it had been.
Looking around, the room came into focus slowly. It had high ceilings and floor to ceiling windows that were draped in heavy, burgundy fabric. The walls were lined with polished wood. The enti
