Kira’s POV
A jackhammer. There had to be a jackhammer pounding in my head this very second. That could be the only explanation for this horrendous aching. My body felt like it had been trampled by a stampede. My head pounding, stomach twisting with nausea, and cold sweat clinging to my skin.
I groaned, forcing myself to sit up, and that’s when realization hit me like a slap to the face.
This was not my room.
Panic crawled up my spine as my eyes darted around the space. It was too big, too luxurious, too pristine to be mine. The dark floor-to-ceiling curtains kept the room dim, adding to the eerie feeling of unfamiliarity. There were no personal belongings, no pictures—just a perfectly neat, almost sterile environment.
My breath hitched. Is this a hotel?
Heart pounding, I glanced down
