Chapter 37

• SYBIL EAGAN POV
• The bed I was lying on was super comfortable, and I turned clutching the willowy pillow. Did my pillow always smell so good... Like Dian. I winced, turning and blinking my eyes open. The moonlight streaming through the window was beautiful, but what was up with the window... Were they always so wide, and what was up with the lights- it was so reddish dim.
• I bolted upright, my eyes widening even as the effect of sleep made my sight blurry. I rubbed my eyes, then blinked rapidly until I could see better. Everything looked unfamiliar. Where the hell was I?