Ravyn
Consciousness returned slowly, like surfacing from deep water. The first thing Ravyn noticed was that she wasn’t in pain. Whatever tranquilizer they’d used should have left her with a splitting headache and nausea, but instead she felt… rested. Almost peaceful.
The second thing she noticed was that this wasn’t her room.
The bed was larger than hers, the sheets a soft charcoal gray instead of her usual blue. Sunlight streamed through windows she didn’t recognize, casting unfamiliar shadows across walls painted in warm earth tones. The scent clinging to the pillows was masculine, woodsy, with an underlying warmth that made something in her chest relax.
She sat up carefully, testing her body for injuries. Her clothes had been changed—someone had dressed her in an oversized sweater a
