LIORA
I woke up with a stabbing headache, making me wonder for a moment if I drank any alcohol the previous night.
Slowly opening my eyes, I stared at the unfamiliar ceiling and the enormous crystal chandelier hanging above me. The thing looked expensive enough to be used as a murder weapon if someone dropped it from the right height.
Murder weapon.
Ryder shot me!
Every trace of sleep vanished from my body as I bolted upright in bed. My hands immediately flew over my body, frantically checking for any sign of pain, any wound, any blood.
Nothing.
Aside from the skull-splitting headache pounding behind my eyes, everything else seemed perfectly fine.
My breathing gradually slowed.
Looking down, I noticed I was still wearing the same clothes I had on when Ryder pulled the trigger.
No
