She wanted to vomit. No—but the urge came again. She forced herself to open her eyes, swallowing the gag.
“Wh—what is this?”
“Good morning, Miss,” said the finely dressed maid, pulling apart the drapes. “It's time to wake up.”
“Wa—” the reflex came again, and she clamped her mouth shut, forcing it back. Seconds later, she sat up in bed and began to notice her environment in mounting alarm.
The club, Maddie!
This was not the club. This was not Maddie!
Without thinking, she screamed, “Help! Somebody help me!” Her voice came out croaky—but she didn’t stop. “Where is my friend? What have you done to her?!”
The maid froze. She stared at Vickie in astonishment, a hand over her heart.
“Is Miss okay?”
“You f*****g tell me!” she yelled in reply and winced at the ache in her head. This wasn
