My throat was aching when I woke up. It always ached whenever I opened my eyes and briefly, I wondered if there was something wrong with it before I let those thoughts disappear. Feeling wrung out, I closed my eyes and let out a soft sigh.
Then I opened my eyes, my gaze focusing on the ceiling to realize that I was not in the same bedroom that I was before.
I decided to close my eyes for another minute to think about what happened last night. I had completely unraveled, I remembered and tried to blank the memories out, including the flash of blood and death from my mind. Opening my eyes, I looked around the room, taking in the masculine design and vibe, the stone wall panels and dim lighting create a mysterious impression. It was rather a large bedroom. The master’s, no doubt.
Again,
