WHEN BLYTHE slowly opened her eyes, she saw an unfamiliar ceiling. But other than the unfamiliar ceiling, one thing she noticed was the scent. The scent of fresh linen, coffee, and the faint scent that had always reminded her of Evron.
Mabilis siyang napabalikwas ng bangon nang maalala niya si Evron.
Ipinalibot niya ang paningin sa kabuuan ng kwarto.
The room looks like a man’s room. Sunlight filtered through enormous floor-to-ceiling windows draped with dark navy curtains.
The room looks peaceful and quiet. A complete contrast to the nightmare she had endured inside Arnoux headquarters.
At least, the room makes her feel safe, not threatened.
Malawak ang kwarto. Far larger than an ordinary bedroom. A king-sized bed occupied the center, crafted from walnut wood. The sheets were
