DAPHNE
I stir beneath the sheets, the warmth of the morning sun spilling through the window and brushing against my face. My eyes flutter open. The first thing I see is the familiar pattern of my ceiling, but when I turn my head, I realize I'm in my room. What happened last night?
I push myself upright, only for a sharp throb to hammer through my skull. A hangover. My temples pulse with each heartbeat as flashes of memory surface, drinking with Caelum and the others, the clink of glasses, the burn of alcohol. But after that?Nothing.
I frown, pressing my fingers to my aching head. It's always like this, drunken nights leaving me with nothing but broken pieces and a splitting headache. A knock pulls me from my thoughts.
"Come in." I rasp, my voice cracking.
The door swings open, and Ca
