Aurora woke up to the sound of birds chirping in the distance, but the room she was in was completely unfamiliar.

She opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling. Instead of the old, cracked plaster of the Ashford family mansion, she was looking at smooth, dark wood panels. The bed she was lying in was massive, easily twice the size of her old one, wrapped in the softest black silk sheets she had ever felt.

For a second, she forgot where she was. Then, the memory of last night hit her like a tidal wave.

Adrian. The debt transfer. The driving through the dark. The cold, modern house in...