The sensation of falling didn’t end with a bone-shattering crash. Hell No.
Though I felt pain at first. The second was warmth. For a moment, neither made sense. All I could remember was the deafening rip of Silas’s hand gripping mine. Then falling. Falling from the roof canopy of the high-end commercial delivery section nestled in the alley. And yes I could vividly remember us dropping onto a snow-covered bed.
My breath was completely knocked out of my lungs as my memory flickered open.
When I finally looked around to figure out where I was, I found myself lying in an impossibly large king-sized bed, wrapped in crisp, high-thread-count Egyptian cotton sheets. The room was massive, designed with minimalist, high-end architecture—floor-to-ceiling glass windows that overlooked the glitteri
