SPECIAL CHAPTER: SARAH’S POV

I woke up with the worst taste in my mouth. My head felt like it had been stuffed with wool, and every time I moved, my stomach churned. I must have thrown up last night. I could still smell it on my skin, sour and sticky. I groaned and rolled onto my back, blinking at the ceiling. For a second, I didn’t know where I was, then it all came rushing back—the party, the fight with Ciara, and Ronan.

Ronan. The memory of the night before made my chest flutter, ...