Chapter 87

Diana’s POV

The first thing I felt was the throbbing in my head. My vision opened to a blurry ceiling with a chandelier. It felt like something was churning in my stomach. I was aching to throw up. But something felt way worse than all of those.

The softness of the sheets. The scent of the pillow. The space in my arms’ width.

I was on a bed. A familiar bed.

“No.”

As soon as I realized, I sat right up. The scene that greeted my sight made me sick in my stomach. The same cream interiors and pale furniture; the same drapes and frames on the walls.

I was in a room. My old room.

At the Wayne Mansion.

Even the stuff I used to own—from books, stationaries, makeup, and perfumes—was still untouched. The damage of time was a bit evident on them, but they were still intact. The strangest thing of all? It was clean. No dust or dirt. It was exactly like when I was still here.

“You’re awake.”

The voice sent unpleasant chills down