MELLISA'S POV

Hours later, I woke up with a pounding headache. It felt like my skull was caught in a vice, each throb echoing behind my eyes. For a moment, I lay still, staring at the ceiling of the hotel room, trying to piece together the fragments of last night.

The last thing I remembered was the way my eyelids had grown heavy after room service. My body had sunk into the mattress as exhaustion, dizziness, and that strange haze clouded my senses. And then—someone had walked into the ...