Chapter 15

It's good to be alive. Adara woke slowly and stretched. The sunshine spilling over the bed warmed her skin.

A beautiful day to meet her lover.

Lover?

She sat up and looked around, noting the unfamiliar bed and strange room. The walls appeared comprised of white stone, seamless and glittery with sparkly flecks. The space, while large, wasn't the biggest bedroom she'd ever seen. Titus had it beat with the one he let her use in his mansion. Yet despite its smaller footprint, the room inspired the same luxurious feeling.

A fireplace adorned one wall, the ivory mantle unstained by soot, the interior inlaid with crystal blocks. The giant bed, the posters made of bleached wood that rose in spirals, had matching nightstands on either side, and a tall wardrobe sat in the corner. The window was covered by sheer drapes, partially ajar, just enough for sunlight to creep in.