Laura Sterling
I woke up to the feeling of soft, expensive sheets against my bare skin.
My eyes fluttered open slowly, my head still heavy and foggy from the after-effects of whatever those monsters had forced down my throat. Sunlight filtered gently through expensive curtains.
This wasn’t the cold prison bed. This wasn’t even the room I had fallen asleep in last night.
This bed was large, beautiful, and far too comfortable.
And I wasn’t alone. That kind of made my heart pound so hard.
A naked man lay beside me was the man who I was supposed to see as my enemy....Aaron..... His muscular back was turned toward me, his breathing deep and even in sleep. The sheet barely covered his waist.
My heart slammed against my ribs. Panic hit me like ice water.
I sat up too quickly, and the room
