Braelyn's POV
My back was aching. A sharp hiss escaped my lips, my eyes fluttered open, and I found myself in a dark, unfamiliar room, hugging a pillow.
"Where am I?" I mumbled, face buried in the soft pillow which smelled of cleaning agents. The sheets were fresh, this was probably a guest room.
Was I in Lucien's home? I wondered, slowly sitting upright. My clothes were still the same and there wasn't any sign of him.
My throat felt parched. God, I needed a glass of water. Half asleep, I groggily got off the bed and walked barefoot out of the room to get a cup of water..
Close to the stairs a familiar voice drifted to my ears in the dark silence. I immediately sobered up overhearing Lucien on a phone call.
"What do you mean you don't know who authorised it?" He asked, sounding irritated by the person on the call. Lucien hissed.
