Iliana's POV:
The first thing I registered was the piercing headache. It was so severe that it felt like someone was pounding a hammer straight into my skull. The second was the taste, bitter and foul on my tongue.
I peeked one eye open, only to snap it shut again. The sunlight filtering through the window was blinding and too bright to look at.
Letting out a loud groan, I rolled over, and the sudden movement made my head spin. I rubbed my temples, trying to soothe the ache, when it suddenly hit me.
With a deep frown, my gaze shifted from my clothes to the comforter pulled over me to the bed I was in to the familiar walls of my room.
Home?
I blinked several times. How did I get here? What happened last night?
I bolted upright on the bed, wincing as nausea twisted in my gut. With my
