The light is so bright it makes me wince. I stand for a moment inside the doorway, letting my eyes adjust and looking around. The bathroom, like the bedroom, is done in a contemporary design, all glass and white marble with dark wood cabinets and recessed lighting. I use the toilet, then groan when I look into the mirror over the sink.
“You look like you fell off the back of a garbage truck,” I tell my reflection as I wash and dry my hands. “And what the hell are you wearing?”
I look at the pale-blue short-sleeved cotton gown, trying to remember anything about how I got into it. But my memory of recent events is a dark blur. I don’t even know how many days it’s been since Killian took me off the Silver Shadow.
Killian. Who are you?
I touch the fading bruise on my cheek, thinking of all
