Chapter 43

Wren's POV

I woke up not to the antiseptic scent of a hospital ward... but to the cloying sweetness of artificial roses and pastel-colored curtains.

My lashes fluttered. The bed was too soft, the pillow too scented. Everything around me was pink. Frills. Lace. A chandelier dripping fake crystal tears above my head.

What the hell...?

I sat up too fast.

Pain seared through my shoulder like lightning