Ariel stirred, moaning softly as she turned to the other side of the bed. A soft smile curved at her lips as she felt wrapped in a warmth she had forgotten existed.

It felt like a dream. One she doesn't want to end.

The bed beneath her skin was soft—too soft. It dipped gently under her weight instead of pressing her back like stone. Cool air brushed her skin, steady and quiet, not the heavy heat from cells or loud moans from inmates that crawls at her skin.

She didn't remember the ...