The morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow into the room. Valine stirred in her sleep, her mind gradually waking up. As her consciousness returned, confusion and disbelief settled in.

She sat up in bed, her heart racing, as her surroundings came into focus. This was not her room. And those clothes, the oversized shirt she wore, surely they weren't hers. A rush of memories flooded back: the party, the little girl, Dimitri.

Dimitri. The intoxicating scent that drives her senses in chaos was stronger here so it means that this gray-themed room was his.

Valine's breath caught in her throat, her mind racing to catch up...