Chapter 9: Dreaded Clarity.

The aroma of something delicious teased Ivette's nostrils and seduced her from blissful sleep.

The sound of movement around her had her opening her eyes. She squinted at the dimly lit room, eyes resting upon the large glass sliding doors that took up the entire wall on her right and overlooked a vast private pool.

The soft light of the evening bathed the room with a golden glow and...her eyes darted to the corner of the room where someone stood, watching her.

She moved slightly, yawning tiredly. "Ron?"

She was still feverish, and her head pounded, but she was warm and the bed underneath her was to die for. It felt like she was lying on fluffy clouds.

The figure by the door moved, triggering the motion sensors and Ivette winced at the sudden brightness that flooded the room.

"Good to see you're alive, lass."

Ivette shot up from the bed and fell back on her back as pain shot through her head and her spine.

"Coulda told you that was a terrible idea