Aurora's eyes slowly fluttered open trying to adjust to the brightness of the room. Everything felt like it was moving too fast and too slow at the same time.

Her body ached like she'd been thrown off a cliff and rolled down a steepy mountain. The first thing she saw was the ceiling, then the dim light from the window, and finally her eyes moved towards a pair of shoes and dragged along to a manly figure sitting on the couch at the other side of the wall.

Her gaze lingered on the blurry face for a while before she could finally see him clearly. Rowan.

He was seated on...