The last thing Daniela remembered was the soft hum of the car engine and the city lights blurring behind the window as exhaustion finally took hold of her.

When she awoke again, it was with the vision of soft, warm sunlight streaming in through a high window, bathing the floorboards beneath her in a gentle, warm glow.

The light brushed insistently against her eyelids until she frowned and stirred, her fingers curling against a fabric much softer than the seat on which she had fallen asleep.

Slowly, she opened her eyes and for a moment she just stared at the ceiling above her, her thick mind struggling to put the pieces together.

The ceiling was high—ornate but understated, with elegant moldings tracing its edges. It definitely wasn't his apartment. It definitely wasn't the car.

Flicker.

Once.

Twice.

Then reality began to settle in.

She turned her head slightly, letting her gaze sweep around the room. Sunlight reflected off polished surfaces. Heavy curtains framed the window. The bed b