Vivian stirred awake, her body sinking into the plush mattress beneath her. The room felt unfamiliar, too luxurious, and too quiet for her to place where she was.
She groaned softly, her voice hoarse, and her head pounding faintly, though it was better than the splitting pain she remembered before everything went black.
As her senses gradually sharpened, she pushed herself upright, resting her back against the headboard. The soft linen of the duvet pooled around her waist as she blinked away the haze clouding her vision.
Her eyes darted around the spacious room. The sunlight streaming through the partially drawn curtains illuminated every corner, casting a warm glow over the polished floors, the expensive furniture, and… her gaze stopped abruptly.
There he was. Christopher.
His broa
