Vinorca Jona POV
A voice brushed my ears, soft and coaxing.
“Vinorca, wake up.”
Pain thrummed inside my skull, deep and raw, sirens wailing in every corner of my mind. I forced my eyes open against the weight dragging at my lids, vision swimming until Amanda’s face steadied into focus—calm, yet edged with worry. She lifted a glass to my lips, her fingers brushing lightly against my cheek.
“Drink this. You’ll feel a little better.”
She wasn’t wrong. My throat burned dry and scraped raw, each breath catching sharp in my chest. I took the glass from her and drank slowly, the cool water easing the fire in my throat, smoothing the ache that coiled tight behind my eyes.
“You had me losing my mind last night,” she murmured, settling onto the bed beside me, the mattress dipping under her wei
