ADELE'S POV
I woke up in a cold sweat.
My ears were ringing. I sat up and looked around. My throat felt raw and I tasted something metallic.
My eyes adjusted to my surroundings. The black silk sheets felt different. It took me about five seconds before it hit me.
I'm in Julian's room.
Panic filled my chest and I ran my fingers through my matted hair, trying to recall the events of the night before.
Pain shot up my arm and I flinched. My right hand was wound delicately in gauze. My fingernails were stained with streaks of blood. Dead flesh was stuck under my fingernails.
What happened to me?
Vomit surged up my throat.
I swung my feet off the bed and stumbled into the bathroom. I tried to retch into the toilet seat but most of it got on the white tiles.
Shit!
I peered into
