Sofia woke with a sharp gasp.
Cold.
That was the first thing she felt.
Her body ached, heavy and sluggish, like she had been dragged through pure exhaustion. Her throat burned. Her head throbbed. For a split second, panic surged through her—
Rain.
The last thing she remembered was kneeling on the hard ground, the cold rain soaking her to the bone. The eyes watching. Her body shaking until it finally gave out.
She pushed herself up slightly, her heart racing.
This wasn't the yard.
Her gaze moved slowly around the room as confusion settled in. Dark stone walls. A large, silent space. A massive bed. Heavy curtains. And on the wall—
Her breath caught.
Damien's portrait.
This was Damien's room.
Her heart skipped painfully.
She looked down at herself.
She was wearing one of his shirts.
"How…?" she whispered.
Before she could gather herself, the door opened.
Sofia froze.
Damien stepped inside.
