Betty's POV. 

I woke to sunlight streaming through unfamiliar windows.

For a moment, I just lay there, disoriented, my mind piecing together fragments. 

On the couch, Damien's jacket was over me like a blanket. 

The way exhaustion had dragged me under before I could even mumble a thank you.

I sat up slowly, my textbook sliding off my lap onto the floor with a soft thud. 

The resort suite stretched around me in the morning was light, elegant, expensive, and quiet. 

There was no sign ...