When I opened my eyes, I found myself staring at a now-familiar ceiling. Blinking rapidly, I tried to adjust to the harsh sunlight streaming into the room. My previously excruciating migraine has now dwindled into a faint, rhythmic throb.
“Ugh,” I groaned as I pushed myself off the bed with surprising effort. Once I was able to sit up and lean against the headboard, I finally surveyed the room and flinched in surprise upon noticing a tall figure standing still in a far corner. “What the f**k—”
“I apologize, Miss Avery,” he spoke just as I was starting to think that he was incapable of doing so. Then, he stepped out of the shadows to reveal sharp features, dark hair, and eyes as red (yet not nearly as striking) as Calum Reed’s. “I would’ve loved to help you get up, but I didn’t want to s
