The sheets clung to my skin, silky and soft, like they had slipped straight from a dream. I didn't know where I was. My limbs felt heavy, and I melted further into the warmth of the mattress. I winced as I heard an unfamiliar male voice. My mind raced as I quickly skimmed through my memories to give me an idea of where I was.

“It’s Angelica. I’m certain of it.”

“This time she dies. No more pity. She has caused one hell of a mess and I’m pointing my finger at you, Dag.” I ...