I knew the instant I woke up that I wasn't in my bedroom.
For one, the air smelled fresh. Clean. Like the sun beating down hard on fresh lilies and the intoxicating scent of something manly and crisp. Like notes. Definitely not like laundry detergent.
And then, the voices came.
"You couldn't think of anywhere else to bring her but here?" a familiar voice all but snarled and the walls and glamorous chandelier's rattled from the force of it.
"Pretending a problem doesn't exist isn't going to make it go away, Mercer. The sooner we tell her the truth, the better. If I hadn't stepped in, it would've consumed her. We all know there's no coming back from that," the calmer one said. His voice was monotone. He was the one who had commanded me to sleep.
My head was pounding wretchedly and my lashes fluttered open.
I was greeted by the view of a waterfall.
