MIREYA POV
I woke to a pounding in my head, every breath feeling like fire in my chest. My eyelids felt like lead, and when I finally forced them open, I froze.
The room around me wasn't mine. The walls were dark wood, lined with shelves holding strange artifacts and books I didn't recognize. Heavy curtains blocked the sunlight, making the air feel tense, almost suffocating.
Pain shot through my side as I tried to sit up, and I hissed through my teeth. Every muscle, every joint, felt like it had been set on fire.
"Lie down, you'll hurt yourself," a calm, cold voice said.
My eyes darted forward. There he was… Jax. Sitting in a chair, watching me, his eyes unblinking, almost calculating. His presence made the room feel smaller, tighter.
"Where am I?" I demanded, my voice rough, angry. I tried to swing my legs over the side of the bed, ready to push myself up.
"I said stay put," he commanded, his voice sharp and unwavering. "Unless you want to bleed to death, be my guest."
