Chapter 25

• A soft mattress lies beneath me, so comfortable that I would definitely take it home... my home...
• I open my eyes, startled, trying to figure out where the hell I am. A spacious bedroom, with floor-to-ceiling windows, a wall behind me that seems to be about six meters high or more, and above my head, a beautiful golden lamp hanging from dim lights that make the room feel warmer. From my place in bed, I can observe the vast horizon of the city, still submerged in the deep night, truly something splendid.
• I sit on the edge of the bed, still feeling the remnants of fainting. A slight suspicion makes me wonder where I am, but nothing in the room gives away that it's Ian Ikard's house. There are no photos or anything that reveals his presence.