HELENA POV
I came back to consciousness already fighting.
Not gently waking. Not drifting up from sleep.
Fighting.
My lungs dragged in air like I had been drowning, my chest tight and aching as if something had been pressing on it for too long. My hands clenched into fists before my eyes even opened, my body bracing for impact that didn’t come.
The first thing I felt was wrongness.
The second was panic.
“Sebastian,” I croaked, my throat dry and raw like I had been screaming.
“Stephan.”
I forced my eyes open and bolted upright.
The bed beneath me was enormous. Too soft. Too warm. The fabric slid against my skin in a way that immediately made my stomach turn. Red. Silk. Expensive. Definetly not mine.
I hadn’t been dreaming it. It was real. It happened.
My breath hitched as I loo
