ANTALYA'S POV

The first thing I became aware of was the throbbing pain in my head, like someone was taking a sledgehammer to my skull. The second thing was the unmistakable feeling of being watched.

I cracked open my eyes, wincing at the harsh fluorescent light, and found myself staring at our dorm room ceiling. But it wasn't the familiar sight that made my blood run cold - it was Raymond's face hovering above mine, his blue eyes blazing with fury.

Oh no. How did I get back ...