Isla Prescott woke from a groggy sleep to find it was already the next day.
The blackout curtains kept the room shrouded in darkness. With her vision limited, her sense of smell became exceptionally keen. The air, she realized, was filled with Shane Sterling's clean, fresh scent.
'No way...'
'Did Ivan Fulton's injection not work? Did I lose control and sleep with Shane Sterling after all?'
Feeling a pang of guilt, Isla Prescott held her breath. She slid her hand across the sheets, her fingers exploring the empty space beside her. She reached far, but there was no one else in the bed.
'Thank goodness!'
'I was just scaring myself.'
Isla Prescott sat up and reached for the bedside lamp. Her hand fumbled and hit the wrong switch. The motorized curtains of the floor-to-ceiling windows began to glide open, flooding the room with natural light and revealing just how vast the bedroom was.
