NINA POV.

Sunlight drifted through the room, and I slowly opened my eyes. I felt the dull pain that radiated through my head. How much had I drank the night before?

“Shit, it’s bright,” I mumbled, stirring with the blankets, only to look down and realize the blankets were not the same as the ones at Annabel’s.

Looking around, I noticed I was in a different room, and slowly the memory of the night before came filtering into my mind. Mr. Taylor had come to the club and possessed every ...