Roxy opened her eyes. The familiar, heavy timber ceiling of the Iron-Wood Manor's master bedroom slowly came into focus, bathed in the bright, cheerful light of mid-morning.
How did she end up here?
Was the first thing she thought before she took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of fresh linens and pine. For a blissful, fleeting second, she felt perfectly rested. Then, she made the critical mistake of trying to shift her weight.
A piercing ache radiated from her hips, shooting down her thighs and up into her lower back. Roxy let out a sharp hiss, squeezing her eyes shut as the memories of the previous evening flooded her mind.
The way they went K.O on her.
She had clearly been carried back, washed, and tucked into the massive bed while she was unconscious. She was currently wearing a soft, oversized cotton shirt that definitely belonged to Kaelen, and the heavy furs were tucked securely around her waist.
