Ilya's POV
I jolted upright, a sharp gasp tearing out of my throat as I fought to draw in air. My chest felt entirely too tight, my lungs burning as I looked around at my environment. I was lying in a bedroom, but for the life of me, I couldn't figure out how I had gotten here.
I racked my brain, desperately searching my memory. The last thing I remembered was sitting at the table, getting ready to have sex with Lucian—and that was it. Everything after that moment was a total blank.
