The first thing to return was the scent. It wasn't the damp, moldy smell of the dungeon cell, but something rich and inviting. Sandalwood and clean linen, with a faint, masculine undertone that was achingly familiar.
The second thing was the surface beneath her. It wasn't cold, hard stone, but soft, yielding silk. And the third thing was the warmth, a radiating, possessive heat pressed against her back, an arm draped heavily over her waist, a leg tangled with hers.
Alexi's eyes fluttered open. Sunlight, golden and warm, streamed through a massive, arched window, illuminating a room of breathtaking opulence.
Rich velvet drapes, polished mahogany furniture, and intricate tapestries depicting scenes of conquest and power adorned the walls. This was not a cell. This was a king's chamber.
Panic, cold and sharp, tried to pierce through the fog in her mind.
'Where am I? What happened?'
