My head pounded like a drum, the dull ache intensifying with every breath. Groaning, I blinked against the harsh sunlight filtering through the trees, piercing my eyes. The sounds of voices and clinking bottles dragged me back to reality—a reminder of where I was. The party spot. Except the party was over.
Sitting up slowly, my body felt heavy, sluggish from the alcohol. The ground beneath me was cold and uncomfortable, and as I shifted, something warm and unfamiliar weighed down on my lap.
I froze, blinking away the disorientation. There was an arm—a girl’s arm—draped across my legs. My breath caught in my throat as I followed the line of the arm to the girl who passed out next to me, her face partially hidden beneath a mess of tangled hair.
Who is she?
I begged Finn to know what had
