Lena’s POV

The first thing I felt when I regained consciousness was a strong arm wrapped around my waist, and my eyes fluttered open to a ceiling above me that was white and unrecognizable, the smell of expensive laundry detergent drifting into my nose.

For a second, my brain couldn’t make sense of anything, so I glanced around the huge, airy, spotless room with white curtains, white walls, white rugs, white everything, before letting my eyes drop to the arm draped over my waist. I ...