[Elena's POV]

When consciousness finally drifted back to me, the first thing I noticed was the silence. No roaring wind, no motorcycle engine, no cheap motel AC unit rattling like a dying lung.

I blinked my eyes open, disoriented.

The ceiling wasn't stained with water damage anymore.

It was high, pristine, and adorned with crown molding that probably cost more than my entire tuition. I shifted, and the sheets, silk, definitely silk, slippery and cool against my skin, rustled softly.

My body felt heavy, a delicious, aching kind of heavy.

The soreness between my legs and the stiffness in my lower back were vivid reminders of the absolute madness that...