Lyne felt a cotton fabric beside her and she squeezed it, trying to feel him. She exhaled and turned sideways, placing her arm on the bed. When she didn't feel anybody save the cotton cloth, her eyes flung open. Then the memories came rushing in.

She sat up and took in all the details in the room she was sleeping. It had a familiar scent. Almost like she was home. A mantelpiece faced her and when she looked to her left side, she could see a high table with lots of books on it. It was organized and looked more like cleaned out. Unlike what she saw when she last...