Zeda woke up the next morning feeling awful. Her head pounded with a dull, throbbing ache, her mouth felt like a desert, and a wave of nausea rolled over her every time she moved. It was a vicious, cruel hangover from a night she was already desperate to forget.

The memory of Lucian and Sloan kissing replayed in her dream with painful, vivid clarity.

The scene shifted to her own fiery kiss with Vyr on stage, which was momentarily thrilling, but the feeling was quickly dampened by the ...