Rose's POV I opened my eyes. Am I dead? The first thing I noticed was the smell. It wasn't the sharp scent of blood or smoke anymore, but something softer … like pine, leather, and clean air. My eyes fluttered open slowly, squinting at the golden light spilling through tall glass windows. The ceiling above me was high, carved with wood and gold. A chandelier hung in the center, its crystals catching the morning sun. I blinked, confused. Where… am I? My body ached, but I could feel soft silk beneath my hands … a bed. Not the hard, broken car seat, not cold dirt … a bed. I turned my head slightly, wincing. The room looked like something out of a movie. Floor-to-ceiling curtains, a fireplace, walls lined with books and art that looked centuries old. It was too beautiful. Too quiet. Too unreal. I tried to move, but my arm protested with a dull throb. Someone had wrapped it neatly in bandages. My ribs were sore but… not broken. "Okay, Rose," I whispered. "You either died and went
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