Thea
Soft, steady beeps call to me, but I’m so comfortable that I’m not ready to get up yet. I stretch my arms above my head lazily and blink my eyes open slowly. I feel a pinch and pull on the back of my hand, and my eyes shoot open at the sensation.
I’m in what looks to be a hospital, but it’s not Golden Claw. I sit up, looking around at the beige walls and white tiled floor that glows in the bright sunlight pouring in from the window. I scan the room for a clue as to where I am when an unfamiliar but very handsome man catches my gaze.
“Mornin’, Sleeping Beauty,” his deep voice calls out.
I scramble backward, wrapping my arms around myself and end up smacking my head against a monitor parked near the bed.
“Ouch, easy princess, no one is going to hurt you,” the man says, his face sof
