**Lynn's POV**

The softness of the bed registers first. Expensive sheets. A scent that makes my stomach twist.

Pine and power.

Greyson's bed.

My eyes snap open. The bedroom is dim, heavy curtains blocking most of the light. I'm covered by a thick blanket, but underneath—I'm naked except for the thin fabric Erikson must have wrapped around me.

Willie's gamma charm is gone. The fog that pulled me under has lifted completely.

And with clarity comes ...