SIENNA
Warmth.
That was the first thing I noticed when I opened my eyes.
Warmth and softness.
I blinked several times, trying to clear the sleep from my mind as I slowly looked around the room.
My bedroom.
Relief washed over me.
I was home.
Or at least, I thought I was.
Then I noticed the two people sitting beside my bed.
“Welcome back,” Clay said, leaning forward and resting his forearms on the edge of my mattress. “How are you feeling?”
“Warm now.”
My voice came out hoarse and scratchy. My throat felt like sandpaper.
Clay smiled softly.
“You had me worried there for a while.”
“Me too.”
The memories came rushing back.
The blizzard.
The freezing cold.
The river.
The overwhelming feeling of being completely alone.
“I was scared out there,” I admitted quietly. “I was so
