When I woke up, the first thing I noticed was the soft, unfamiliar bed beneath me. My head throbbed with a dull, persistent ache, like someone had hit me with a hammer and left the pain behind as a souvenir. The room was dimly lit, the curtains drawn, and the faint scent of Lucian’s cologne lingered in the air. I blinked slowly, trying to make sense of where I was.

Lucian’s bed.

I sat up too quickly, wincing as the headache intensified. My clothes were dry now someone had changed me into one of his oversized shirts. The realization made my cheeks burn. I looked around the room: simple, masculine,...