33I sat up in bed. It wasn’t my bed. It was not my bedroom.
Oh s**t.
A wave of panic hit me, and I scrambled backward, coming flush up against the headboard with nowhere left to back up. It was heavily carved wood with big plush velvet pillows stacked against it.
The room was dimly lit. A bronze floor lamp, more akin to a lantern, had been left burning next to the bed, emitting an ambient glow. In the hearth at the other end of the room, a low fire burned. They gave the only illumination.
Don’t freak out.
I’d been at a party with the others. They would not have let anything happen to me or let me wander off from the party.
This must be Liam’s? No, that was wrong. Liam’s didn’t have this style of furniture. I took in my surroundings the best I could with the minimal amount of light av
