Miley's POV: Sunlight dripped like honey across the duvet when I woke. For three blissful seconds, I forgot everything: the betrayal, the chase, the cold seawater filling my lungs. The mattress was comfortable– it cradled me like a cloud, and the silk sheets that were cool against my bare legs provided a cool, calming sensation to my nerves. My fingers curled around something plastic—a sling bottle of water placed carefully in my grasp. And then, reality crashed down. I bolted upright, the movement sending a stab of pain through my bruised ribs. This isn't my room. This isn't my country. The grandeur of the space alone was overwhelming-- towering ceilings with intricate moldings, gray silk drapes pooling on marble floors, a chandelier that looked like frozen starlight. It was a guest room, judging by the fact that it was impeccably elegant, yet there were no personal touches anywhere. I started to breathe heavily , trying to suck as much air as I could, sending myself
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