Aila fluttered her eyes open and found herself staring up at a glass ceiling. Her mind was blank, Aila couldn't comprehend where she was, what she was doing before this, but all she felt was a throbbing headache like she had been drinking all night. Her eyes were glowing, and she covered them with a hand before gently rubbing at her temples with a low moan.
Aila rolled onto her side stiffly; she felt like she'd ran a marathon. Heck, she probably had and more. She felt so raw and dirty. She could tell there was blood on her sowhere from the sll. But her body groaned for her to go back to sleep, even in her dirty state.
But the wheels were sluggishly turning in her mind, telling her she was in an odd bed. One unfamiliar. But the silver-grey silk cover was calling to her as her head sunk deeper into the softest pillow.
However, before she closed her eyes, her brows knitted together when she noticed her white hair on the pillow next to hers. It seed dirt-free, but when she raked her hand through the strands on her head, she found them dirty and bloody. Her eyes then wandered down that side of the bed and yelped after seeing the body underneath the covers. Aila jumped out of bed and, in seconds had hit her back against sothing hard. Most likely the wall.
A low dangerous chuckle reverberated across the room. "Careful." She recognised that voice..
Gabriel suddenly appeared in front of her. Not a single strand of hair was out of place along his shoulders, his white fitted shirt tucked into his black trousers and the collar, along with three other buttons left undone to show his lean muscle underneath. Aila held her hand up as he started to walk towards her, closing the distance.
"What the hell were you doing in bed with ?" She demanded.
He quirked an eyebrow up at her and smirked. "Well, darling, normally when you wake up next to a man or woman
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