LILY
Everything hurt.
That was my first coherent thought as consciousness slowly crept back into my mind. My head throbbed like someone had taken a sledgehammer to it, and my body felt like I'd been hit by a truck.
Or like I'd collapsed on the side of a road.
The memory came back in fragments—walking through unfamiliar streets, the cramping in my abdomen getting worse, my vision blurring at the edges. Then nothing.
I tried to open my eyes, but they felt impossibly heavy. The effort alone exhausted me.
Where was I?
The surface beneath me was soft—a real mattress, not the hard plastic chairs of a train station or the cold pavement where I'd fallen. Clean sheets that smelled like fabric softener and something else. Something warm and masculine that made my pulse quicken for reasons I c
