Nadia
I woke up in the dark, surrounded by vaguely familiar luxury.
Exhausted and with the memory of pain echoing through me, it took me a moment to realise where I was. I wasn’t in my dormitory. This was the bedroom Vincent prepared for me in his villa.
I’d only stayed there for a few nights before being forced to attend Fenris Hall. Still, the sumptuous surroundings jogged my memory. My mattress here was so thick I sank into it, and my pillows just as cushy. My sheets were as soft as air. Though I couldn’t see them in the dark, I knew my long curtains were made of thick, expensive material.
There was one thing I could see, though. Dozing in a chair beside my bed, rumpled and with dark circles etched under his eyes, was Vincent.
It was obvious he’d been there all night. At my be
