Lana’s POV
My eyes stung, feeling the distinct heat of the sun on my face. When consciousness clawed its way back to me, it felt like shards of glass scraping through my skull. My head ached mercilessly, pulsing in a rhythm that made me wince as soon as I cracked my eyes open. Every muscle in my body complained, and worst of all, my legs… they felt weak and sore, as if I had run a marathon in high heels.
For a moment, I was lost, drifting between fragments of memory – the clinking of glasses, Shelia’s laughter across from me, the sharp burn of alcohol down my throat. Then the room shifted back into focus, warm sunlight filtering through the curtains. My senses sharpened, and that was when I realized something that made my entire body stiffen.
I wasn’t alone.
I was lying sprawled acros
