Elena stirred awake to the sound of waves crashing against the cliffs below.
Her eyes opened slowly, taking in the bright morning light streaming through the massive windows. For a moment she felt disoriented, until the memories from last night came rushing back — the rescue, the helicopter, the bath, Serena holding her… every single thing. She could not be more grateful than this.
She was still in Serena's villa.
Elena sat up carefully in the enormous bed, wincing slightly at the soreness in her body. Her wrists were neatly bandaged, and she was wearing a soft white silk nightdress. The cut on her neck had been treated with ointment.
The bedroom door opened quietly.
Serena walked in, looking effortlessly powerful and beautiful in a black silk robe that clung to her voluptuous body. Her hair was slightly damp, like she had just showered. In her hands was a wooden breakfast tray.
