Moira's POV

Consciousness returns slowly, like surfacing from deep water. My eyelids feel heavy, weighted down by exhaustion that reaches into my bones. The first thing I notice is softness—silk sheets beneath my skin instead of cold dirt, the give of an expensive mattress supporting my aching body.

'Where am I?'

I force my eyes open, blinking against the warm golden light filtering through what looks like real crystal chandeliers. The room ...