MEDINA POV
* THE STORY STARTS AFTER CH 81 OF CHASING BOOK*
Darkness. As usual.
What was different from my usual normality were the soft linen sheets wrapping me in a pillow-burrito.
Soft and perfumed like cotton and fresh snow.
Where was I? This was not my bed. These were absolutely not my sheets.
Sure as hell this wasn't a prison either, the mattress was too soft.
For a moment, I didn’t move, trying to remember the last days. I couldn't do it properly though. Everything was foggy and cloudy and... just a bit out of my grasp.
Damn it.
I sucked in a deeper breath, trying to use my enhanced senses to have any clue.
This scent. I knew this scent. Fresh snow, cotton... a pinch of wood beneath... Ethan.
It all came back to me like a freaking stroke. Almost physically hitting me.
