Evangeline’s POV:
I blinked my eyes open slowly, the ceiling above me unfamiliar, too pristine and high compared to the hospital room I'd last remembered.
Instant panic gripped me like a vice, squeezing all the air from my lungs.
Where—
Where was I?
My heart thundered painfully against my ribs, and I jolted upright in bed, only to immediately hiss in pain, my battered body protesting the sudden movement.
I wasn't in the hospital gown anymore.
Instead, I wore a soft, loose black cotton dress that covered everything from my collarbone to my calves, modest and light against my bruised skin. The fabric was breathable, soothing even, but that didn’t ease the tight, gnawing fear in my gut.
Who had changed me?
Was it a nurse...?
Or—
Orion?
The thought alone made my stomach twist viole
