Lysa's POV
A splitting and merciless pain hit me before I could even open my eyes fully.
I swore under my breath, lying still for a moment, and willing it to ease, trying to piece together where I was and why my head felt like it had been used as a hockey puck.
My hand moved slowly, touching the sheets beneath me—it was softer than mine. The pillow smelled different. The light coming through the curtains was too bright, coming from the wrong angle for my dorm room window.
My eyes snapped open.
High ceilings. Modern furniture. Floor-to-ceiling windows showing morning light filtering through expensive curtains.
I blinked, recognition dawning in.
Jason's villa.
I sat up so fast the headache exploded into white-hot agony, and I had to grip the edge of the bed and brea
