Author's POV
Vesper was almost thrown against the bathroom wall when a wave of nausea hit her. The sound of vomiting echoed in the small room while the world around her spun like an out-of-control top. The alcohol Mark had forced them to drink last night was now taking its revenge.
"Vesper? Are you okay?" Darius's worried voice came from outside the bathroom door.
She couldn't answer. Her stomach was still contracting, expelling the last remnants of expensive whiskey that tasted like poison in her throat. Her head pounded, and the image of Seraphina's calm, mocking face kept spinning in her mind.
After what felt like an eternity, Vesper finally managed to stand up, trembling. Her legs could barely support her as she opened the bathroom door.
Darius caught her just as she w
