Peter's P. O. V
I blinked my eyes open, my head throbbing as the haze of sleep slowly lifted. My surroundings were unfamiliar, and I felt a tinge of confusion before the memories of last night hit me like a punch to the gut. Anger surged through every fiber of my being, and I turned my gaze to the woman lying beside me – Sheila.
God, what have I done? Why was I in bed with her? Gulping down a glass of water that lay by the nightstand, my memories started forming. How the hell was I drugged? The last thing I remembered taking was the drink after I got back from the restroom. That is to say, the one who drugged it would have done it while I was away.
It's a lovely tactic if I must say. But that was not all the memories that came. As she stared at us, Lotus's pain-stricken face was somethi
