Gwendolyn's POV
I woke up in a bed that wasn’t mine. It was too short and had a mattress made of stones instead of the fluffy surface I was used to waking up on. I sat up and stretched my stiff muscles as I yawned.
I had the weirdest dream of my life. Correction, not a dream, a nightmare. I dreamt of drawing the blood of a pregnant human while being in the back of my car. I scrubbed my face with my fists and, with a final yawn, I looked around the room.
It wasn’t mine. That was for sure. It wasn’t Hayle’s, that was also sure. It didn’t belong to a vampire. That was disturbing. It screamed comfort but not luxury, that screamed I was not at home.
I jolted out of the bed and scanned my body to see if I was drugged, violated, or marked as a breeder. I found none, but still the uneasy feeli
