Iris's POVI woke up drowning in silk.The sheets were so soft they felt like water against my skin, and for one disoriented moment I thought I was back in Adrian's estate but when I turned my head and saw the peonies on the nightstand, fresh-cut and arranged in a crystal vase that probably cost more than my first car, and I knew exactly where I was.This had to be Victor’s doing. The peonies were from Victor. The silk sheets were Victor. The faint smell of cedar and whiskey lingering in the air was Victor. He had found me. He must have taken me from my parents' house in the middle of the night while I was too drugged to fight back, and now I was here, in his bed, in his house, like some kind of possession he had finally reclaimed.I sat up so fast my head spun. The room was beautiful in that cold, expensive way Victor did everything. First edition books stacked on the dresser, their spines uncracked and their covers pristine. A breakfast tray waiting on the nightstand with tea and to
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