Thirty seven

SYBIL EAGAN POV

The bed I was lying on was super comfortable, and I turned clutching the willowy pillow. Did my pillow always smell so good... Like Dian. I winced, turning and blinking my eyes open. The moonlight streaming through the window was beautiful, but what was up with the window... Were they always so wide, and what was up with the lights- it was so reddish dim.

I bolted upright, my eyes widening even as the effect of sleep made my sight blurry. I rubbed my eyes, then blinked rapidly until I could see better. Everything looked unfamiliar. Where the hell was I?

This was definitely not my house, neither was it the office. I could only recall some of the events that took place at the office. Did I faint? Where the hell had Dian taken me? I dragged my hand through my hair in exasperation and tried to get my breathing under control. Panicking was not the answer to a situation like this.

"Where's my phone," I let out, my gaze darting around the space. I shoved to my feet and the