Ania’s pov

Consciousness trickled in, like a series of baby steps into full awareness. I had a dim recollection of vivid dreams, but it wasn't until I was on the verge of full consciousness again that I started to make sense of them.

As I opened my eyes, however, I understood that maybe they hadn't been dreams at all, but rather something else.

None of the flats I regularly use as hiding places were occupied. It was very beautiful, furnished, and comfy.

Trying to figure out what was wrong, I shifted and sat up, but as soon as I did, I felt intense pressure across my waist. At that moment...