Eva’s POV

I woke to sunlight peeking through the curtains. My head pounded with a terrible pain. My throat was dry like sandpaper. Every muscle in my body ached like I had been dragged through the night by chains.

I groaned, pressing my palm to my forehead. The pain was sharp and constant. The memories blurred together in my mind. Wine. Heat. A voice too deep, too close. Hands on my skin. But nothing stuck. Nothing made clear sense.

I tried to remember what happened. How did I get here? ...