LUNA’S POV
I wake up to a cold bed and a pounding headache. I look down to see I’m in Arlo’s shirt and I’m completely naked underneath everything. I pull the blankets up to my face in embarrassment, shielding myself from people who are not in this room. I realize I’m not in the room that I was in and I try to remember the events of last night.
I remember kissing Arlo, then Atlas and then Arlo again. I remember Arlo draggin me up to the VIP room because he was angry. I stole their bottle of vodka and drank some of that. I blush remembering the moment they explained what marking was to me before Isla barged in with a girl. Damnit, what was her name? I look over to the digital clock on the nightstand and realize it’s noon. Sudden sadness washes over me as I realize their flight left
