MAYA

I woke with a pounding headache.

For a few seconds, I kept my eyes closed, wondering why the seat beneath me felt so comfortable.

Then I moved my hand.

Silk.

This wasn't a car seat.

My eyes snapped open.

A high, white ceiling stared back at me. I blinked several times, trying to focus, before pushing myself upright. The sudden movement sent a dull ache throbbing behind my temples, and I pressed my fingers hard against the side of my head.

“Conrad?”

No answer.

I pushed myself higher and took in the room. I was lying on a king-sized bed covered in silk sheets. Across from me, floor-to-ceiling velvet...