The ceiling was pristine white, and unmarked by water stains, cracks or the fingerprints of time. Marcus stared at it, his breath shallow, pulse ticking at his throat like something trapped beneath skin. The air smelled wrong and sterile, with lavender and lemon polish masking something medicinal underneath. His tongue felt thick, his mouth dry as old paper.Where the hell was he?He tried to sit up. His body protested, muscles stiff and uncooperative, as if he'd been lying still for days. Weeks even. The room came into focus in fragments: pale gray walls, a sleek leather chair in the corner, floor-to-ceiling windows framing a view of redwoods and fog. It looked expensive, minimalist. The kind of place that whispered luxury while making you feel like an intruder in your own skin.A hotel? No. Hotels had souls, even the soulless ones. This place felt scrubbed clean of personality, like someone had taken an eraser to the air itself.Marcus swung his legs over the side of the bed. His fe
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