Raymond’s POV.
A dull throb pounded behind my brows the moment I woke up. My tongue was bone-dry, and nausea rolled through my chest as I cracked my eyes open. Morning sun filtered through the master suite curtains, piercing straight through my skull as I raised a hand to shield my eyes.
“Raymond? Good morning, darling,” Biana purred beside me.
She was sitting on the edge of the mattress, wrapped in a silk robe, reaching out to touch my cheek. Fragmented memories from the night before flashed in my mind—the sudden weakness in my legs, the disorientation, and the visceral revulsion of shoving Biana off my body before passing out cold.
I recoiled from her touch, my voice coming out as a rough, deadly growl. “Get away from me.”
Her smile faltered slightly, though she tried to play the c
