Chapter 11

• The first light of the day began to fill the room. Ariel stirred against the pillow, her skin still clammy from the fever that had kept her curled up in bed last night. The small, damp cloth that had been resting on her forehead had become a little dry and slipped down as she slowly opened her eyes. The ceiling fan spun gently above, and for a moment, she forgot where she was… until the scent of coffee drifted into the room, mixed with the sound of someone humming softly. And then it all came back to her.
• She was in Luther’s apartment.
• The realization settled slowly, not in a bad way, but it still made her feel a little uneasy. She pushed herself up gently and rubbed her eyes, then frowned.