Outside Her Door

Valentin’s POV

I jolted awake with a sharp gasp, heart racing like I’d run miles through a battlefield. My skin was damp with sweat, hair sticking to my forehead, breath ragged in my throat. For a second, I didn’t know where I was. The ceiling above me wasn’t the one I was used to, the one in my penthouse. And then it hit me; I was back in Denver, but not in my penthouse. No, I was in the mansion