I opened my eyes having the faintest hope that yesterday was just a dream, that I would wake up still at Midnight Banes or better yet at Dark Woods and everything that happened in the last two days would turn out to be a figment of my imagination.
But when I opened my eyes into a plain bedroom in all the possible shades of gray, and found myself alone in it, I knew that wasn't the case. Ilia sure didn't care about decorating his guest rooms.
I sighed to myself because there was too much going on in my life and too much on my head to cope with. And even now, freshly awake I felt tired and at the verge of collapsing. When has my life became such complicated mess?
Possibility of being a kidn*pped child, raised by her own kidnappers was sick on its own, but it totally made sense. It made
