Candela's p.o.v

The sun’s rays burst through the half-drawn curtain like a damn spotlight. My eyes fluttered open, only to slam shut again.

My head… God. It felt like someone had taken a sledgehammer to it. A dull, throbbing ache pulsed through my skull, each beat syncing with the pounding of my heart. My tongue was dry, my limbs heavy, and for a long, dazed moment… I couldn’t remember where the hell I was.

The bed beneath me was soft. Too soft. The sheets were cool and smelled ...