Her face contorted in agony as she clutched her throbbing head. Flashes of memory hit her—a stranger's grip, being shoved into a car, the blur of streetlights as she was hauled home. But Alicia couldn't remember who it was.
Her neck screamed in protest, muscles tight as coiled springs as she rolled her head side to side. Then she froze. The air turned to ice as her gaze locked onto Carlos's stern face, his obsidian eyes trapping her like a rabbit in headlights.
The truth crashed over her like a tidal wave. Last night hadn't been a dream.
"What... what did you do to me?" Her voice cracked, raw with accusation. She yanked her hand free, fists white-knuckling the bedsheet to cover herself. Defiance flashed in her eyes, though her fingers trembled against the sheets.
Carlos, infuriatingly
