Rachel woke up suddenly, her head having a slight throb. For just a second, she didn't know where she was. The sheets she was lying on felt nice, with a light smell of cologne in the air.
It was her room.
But she couldn't quite bring back how she had come to be here.
Little bits started to come back, Nicholas's car, the quiet sound of the engine, his voice quietly saying something she couldn't quite understand. Then she remembered the sound of locks as she walked inside, too tired to argue.
She sat up slowly, her throat feeling dry. Moving her hair from her face, she walked to the kitchen and made herself a strong cup of coffee. The strong smell filled the air, making her feel more real. By the time she took the cup back to her sitting room, she almost felt like herself again.
Almost.
She brought the cup to her mouth, and stopped suddenly.
The light from the window shined on something at her hand. A cold sparkle, sharp like a knife.
The ring.
