CHAPTER SIX

Very slowly the next morning, Emilia jerked awake from the bed, her sharp blue eyes widening, and at the same time, she winced and recoiled from the sharp light that greeted her eyes. Gradually, she removed the hand she used in shielding her eyes and regarded her environment, recognizing a distinct difference between where she is now from her abode where she has settled for the past nine years of her life.

"What in holy..." She jostled to a kneeling position and began touring her eyes around the posh mattress she was on top of, her fingers grabbing the fluffy quilt beneath them and giving them an unbelievable tug.

How did she get here? She strained her thoughts to the past event that took place in her life, already used to waking up most times in unfamiliar territories. But not one as lavish as this one. Then like a bang was smacked on her head, she gasped and fell to her butt as the face of the cherubic man she met yesterday flooded her senses. "That son of a gun!" She breathed and h