On the other hand, Hannah woke up in a luxurious suite two days after she was taken. She didn't know what had happened; all she knew was that she had suddenly fallen unconscious, and now she was waking up tied to a chair in a lavish room with silk wallpaper, crystal chandeliers, and the faint smell of expensive cologne mixed with blood. She was dressed in a stained nurse's uniform, the fabric stiff with dried blood, and in front of her lay a strange, unfamiliar man with tousled brown hair, casually eating fries from a golden wrapper.
"Excuse me," she called, her voice cracking.
Leon paused mid-chew, then sat up excitedly, his eyes gleaming like a child on Christmas morning. "You are finally awake," he said, as if greeting his favorite toy after a long wait.
For a brief moment, Hannah forgot her fear.
The man was so absurdly handsome that Hannah forgot to breathe. All the men she'd known, including Rowan, couldn't compare in the slightest to this man.
