The unfamiliar smell of her surroundings was the first thing that registered in Sibyl's mind as she gradually regained consciousness. Her thoughts felt as light as feathers, it took her a moment to reconnect with her body. Blinking groggily, she focused on the sight of the bare ceiling above her. "Where am I?" she softly murmured, her voice barely audible as she struggled to piece together the events of the previous day. Amidst the blur of memories, one image stood out clearly: Keshton kissing her.
Sibyl's eyes widened as she held her breath tightly. "What kind of crazy dream did I have?" she whispered to herself, her hands subconsciously tightening on the bed sheet.
"You're awake," a familiar voice reached her ears, causing her to immediately look towards the bedside table where Glen sa
