I woke with a start, my head pounding and my mouth dry as sandpaper. The sterile white walls of the hospital room came into focus, and with them, the memories of the previous night. A wave of nausea hit me as I recalled Felix's cruel smile, the drugged wine, and then... Ethan.
My hands flew to my body, checking frantically. To my immense relief, I was still fully clothed. Whatever had happened after Ethan's arrival, at least I hadn't been violated in that way.
A soft knock at the door interrupted my thoughts. A young man in an impeccable suit entered, his posture rigid and professional. I recognized him as Ethan's assistant.
"Ms. Greer," he said, his voice carefully neutral. "I hope you're feeling better this morning."
I nodded, not trusting my voice just yet.
"Mr. Stone a
