Isla’s eyes fluttered open as a dull ache pulsed through her head. She blinked a few times, adjusting to the dim lighting of the room. Lucian’s scent surrounded her, the familiar warmth of his space calming her racing heart.
She sat up slowly, her limbs heavy, her mind groggy from sleep. She pressed a hand to her temple, wincing at the slight headache still lingering from her transformation.
Looking around, she immediately noticed something strange.
This was definitely Lucian’s room, but some things were different. The grand wooden shelves had been rearranged, the thick curtains were a shade darker than she remembered, and even the bedding felt newer. Had someone redecorated?
As she tried to gather her thoughts, the sound of gentle stirring caught her attention.
Across the room, a wom
