Chapter Twenty

Elle POV

The light leaking in from the window makes my head pound harder and the fog from this hangover thicker. The subtle smell of sandalwood with a hint of eucalyptus doing its best to calm the violent tossing of my stomach. Slowly coming to, I realize I am not in my bed or even in my clothes. Did I get a bath last night? Where the hell am I? Jerking up too quickly in the sitting position makes my head spin, and vomit sneak up my throat, but somehow I hold it back. Letting my eyes adjust to the uneven lighting in the room, I look around and still have no clue where the hell I am...The walls are dark, almost black, but with a greenish tint. The furniture in the room is leather, and sitting in the far corner is a shadowy figure whose light eyes are glaring at me with a fiery intensity.

"Hello?" I ask, my mouth as dry as a cotton ball. "Who are you?" I ask the figure in the corner, who rises from the chair gracefully like a lion ready to pounce on his prey. Once he steps into the l