Chapter 163 Poppy Smoke

• Sarah POV
• I woke up to the strangest smell, thickly pungent and raw. It was night, and I had been sleeping deeply, but now I was instantly alert.
• My first thought as I threw off the covers was that the villa was on fire. But there were no smells of wood burning or that horrible, acrid stench of paint or plastic on fire. I went almost instinctively to the nearest window and when I pulled the curtain aside, I saw an orange-yellow glow of fire not too far away, though it was far too close.