Bianca’s POV

The light filtered through the curtains of my room.

My heavy eyes blinked against it, my head still heavy from the night before.

The scent of roses lingered faintly on the pillow, and for a moment I thought I was alone.

Then a voice shattered that fragile peace.

“Rise and shine, sleepyhead.”

I froze. My pulse hitched.

And when I turned my head to the right, there he was… Damien Sinclair, sitting comfortably in the chair beside my bed, with a smug smirk ...