Griffin~
The first thing I felt was warmth. Not the scorching heat of the void or the cold silence of the woods where I'd passed out, but real warmth—soft blankets, a plush mattress, the scent of lemon soap and fresh linen. I blinked groggily, eyes squinting against the golden afternoon light spilling through the half-drawn curtains.
I was back in Zane's house.
I knew this room. The guest room tucked on the second floor. My heart pounded as I sat up slowly, my joints cracking with the effort. No pain. No weakness. In fact… I felt good. Stronger. Rested. The burn that had consumed my limbs in the void was gone, replaced by a strange calm.
I pushed back the covers, glancing down.
Clean clothes. Black joggers and a white shirt—neatly fitted and nothing like what I'd been wearing before. My brows furrowed as I remembered: my jeans. The crystal.
I sat up fast, the sheets rustling around me.
