River’s POV
As I become conscious, my head begins to pound ferociously inside my skull, and I desperately wish I could make it stop. I stretch my arms above my head and realize that I’m lying flat on my stomach and the cotton sheets under me are soft and comforting.
A lazy smile spreads across my lips as I hug the pillow under my head and breathe in the soft scent of lotus and camellia, relishing in the way it consumes my senses and relaxes my body, despite the ache in my head.
Lotus and camellia…that scent seems oddly familiar and one I’ve been finding intoxicating lately. The only thing is my bedsheets don’t smell like that and they certainly aren’t as soft as these.
My heart stills in my chest and my eyes shoot open, staring at the plain white wall across from me. The ache in my head only grows more painful as I try to gather my bearings on where the hell I am.
These sheets are not mine and they smell like Hallie, so that must mean that I’m in her…