Lilia POV

The smell of freshly killed meat awakened Lilia.

She stretched out her hands in either direction and encountered soft bedding. It did NOT feel like Dane’s bed. It felt wrong. Terribly wrong.

Her eyes opened. The light in the room stabbed her eyes, reflecting off hundreds of glass surfaces. She sat up, rubbing her aching head, and looked at the only other occupant of the high-ceilinged room, who stood close to the bed and smiled at ...