Maya's POV
Maya woke up to the smell of bacon and coffee, and for one wonderful moment, she forgot where she was.
Then the pain hit her.
Her left arm throbbed where it was wrapped in a makeshift sling. Her side burned where someone had cleaned and bandaged deep cuts. Every muscle in her body ached like she'd been hit by a truck.
But she was warm. And safe. And alive.
Maya opened her eyes and found herself lying on a comfortable couch in a small log cabin. Sunlight streamed through clean windows, and she could hear someone moving around in what sounded like a kitchen.
"You're awake," a gentle voice said.
Maya turned her head and saw the man who had saved her life. Ethan. In the daylight, she could see him more clearly. He was tall and strong, with kind brown eyes and dark hair. There was something familiar about his face, but Maya couldn't figure out what.
"How long was I asleep?" she asked.
