Iris pov.My eyes snapped open, squinting against the soft light that filtered through tall glass windows. The room was a bit familiar, but too expensive for me to call it mine.I pushed myself up slowly, wincing as the movement made my head spin.“Okay, where am I?” My voice came out hoarse, barely above a whisper.“You’re alive. That’s a good start.”I could recognize that voice anywhere in the world, I raised my head and saw him.Vince sat across the room, legs crossed, completely composed like he did not have any problems in life with a glass of water in his hand. I stared at him. “Why are you here?”“Interesting question.” “No, it is a serious question. Why are you in my room?”“Your room?” He asked, raising his brow.I blinked hard and looked around again, this time a bit slower.The furniture was way too sleek and the color combinations, I could never live in a space like this.“This isn’t my room.”“No, Iris. It isn’t.” He said, with sarcasm dripping in his tone.I swallowe
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