Liv’s POV

A pounding headache split my skull as I stirred, a dull ache radiating from behind my eyes.

I groaned, forcing myself upright, blinking against the harsh morning light streaming through the curtains.

My limbs felt sluggish, my mouth dry and tasting of regret. The night before was a blur with flashes of music, laughter, maybe a streetlight spinning past. And then… nothing.

I pressed my fingers to my temples, trying to massage some clarity into my ...