Hazel’s POV
I jolted awake with a gasp, my heart racing. The room spun for a moment before settling into focus. Soft morning light filtered through floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating an unfamiliar space.
My mind felt foggy. The last thing I remembered was Leo bringing me food after our pregnancy test confrontation. I’d been so hungry that I’d eaten a few bites despite my suspicions.
“Drugged,” I muttered, rubbing my temples. “The food was drugged.”
I pushed myself up from the comfortable bed and took in my surroundings. This wasn’t the sterile room I’d been kept in before. This space was lived-in, personal. The walls were painted a soft gray, with blue accents throughout—throw pillows, a rug, artwork. The furniture was sleek and modern but showed signs of use.
This wasn’t a cell. It was someone’s bedroom.
