Amara's POV :
I woke up disoriented in a bed that wasn't mine.
For a few seconds I just lay there staring at the ceiling trying to remember where I was and then it all came back. The gala. The text message with the photo of my door. William's call about my apartment being ransacked. Roman driving me here in tense silence.
The mansion.
I sat up and looked around the room in daylight. It looked even bigger now with sun streaming through the tall windows. The four-poster bed I was in was massive and the sheets were softer than anything I'd ever slept on. Everything in the room was expensive and perfect and felt like it belonged in a magazine spread about how rich people lived.
I got out of bed and walked to the windows. The view showed the grounds stretching out in every direction. Gardens with paths winding through them and trees everywhere and in the distance I could see the fountain from last night with its three tiers.
