Chapter 12
Lyra
I stretched out my arms, feeling the stiffness in my limbs fade as consciousness slowly crept in. The fog of sleep dissipated, leaving a dull headache in its wake. I blinked a few times, trying to focus my blurry vision on the unfamiliar surroundings. My brows furrowed as I propped myself up on my elbows and looked around.
This was definitely not my apartment.
The room was enormous—no, lavish. The kind of place you’d see in a glossy home décor magazine. The walls were painted a soft cream, with intricate crown moldings that looked like they belonged in a mansion. Heavy, velvet curtains in a deep navy hung from ceiling-high windows, letting in just enough light to highlight the ornate gold detailing on the furniture. A massive chandelier glittered above me, its crystals
