Alina’s POV
Consciousness came slowly, feeling like I was being dragged from a deep sleep, not gently, but with all the force of a freight train.
My head was pounding, a dull ache that made it clear I had definitely overdone it with the drinks last night. My mouth felt gross, like I had licked the floor of a bar, and my body was sore in ways that had nothing to do with training.
I opened my eyes to find myself in my own bed, still wearing the leather dress from last night, though it was rumpled and twisted around me, as if it had survived a battle. Sunlight was streaming through the window— way too bright, and I immediately regretted every decision that had led me to this moment.
Fragments of memory flickered through my foggy brain. The party. The poker game. Sienna’s hands all over Ja
