Chapter 80 Its Not Your Fault

Kara The warmth of the sunlight hit my face. My eyes fluttered open. My first instinct was to turn around and shield my face from the sun with the pillow, going back to sleep. But something made me sit up instead. The blanket fell off my shoulders with the motion. I stared around the room in shock. It was far, definitely different from what I was used to. The bed was softer, bigger. I glanced around and it took me a while to remember where I was. I took a deep breath as the events of last night blurred through my mind. I remembered the flames tearing down the street at a speed way higher than the limit and arriving in Lucian's penthouse, watching the news like probably half of the civilians, only ours had come to life. I glanced at the other side of the bed. Lucian wasn't there—not even a note. I frowned, wondering what I was expecting. I threw my legs off the bed, landing on the cold tiled floor. Standing up, I realized that I was in a huge t-shirt that couldn't possibly be mine, cove