(Hailey’s Pov)When I open my eyes, the world feels soft and wrong.

The ceiling above me tilts a little, like the house is swaying. My head throbs in waves, heavy and dull. Sweat sticks to my skin, and the sheets feel too hot, too tangled around my legs.

I try to sit up but the air presses on me, thick and heavy like a blanket. My throat burns when I swallow. Everything smells faintly of flowers and sleep, that mild lavender scent the maids love to spray before dawn.

I glance at the clock on ...