LORETTA

By the time I finally awoke, I had come to one very important conclusion: Elion Fitzpatrick was going to be the death of me.

Sunlight fell warmly across my skin, slipping through the floor-to-ceiling windows. I blinked sleepily, my mind still wrapped in the fog of sleep, and for a few seconds, I simply stared at the ceiling.

Then I turned my head; a soft gasp left my lips. “What in the world?”

I pushed myself upright, the sheets sliding down to my waist as my eyes widened.

Elion's room was... different.

Not completely different. The dark walls were still there, the expensive furniture still had that his sophisticated...