KELILAH’S POV
I groaned, my head pounding as I slowly opened my eyes. I was lying on a familiar couch, the soft glow of early morning sunlight filtering through the curtains. Blinking to clear the fog from my vision, I realized I was back in Tyra’s house. Confusion filled me, but before I could gather my thoughts, I saw Tyra standing nearby, my face tight with worry.
“How are you feeling?” Tyra asked softly, stepping closer.
I forced myself to sit up, my body still heavy and sore.
“What… what happened?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper.
Tyra took a deep breath, her gaze steady but laced with concern.
“I’m sorry, Kelilah. I had to knock you out. It was the only way I could get you out of there safely.”
My eyes widened.
“Why? What were you even doing there?”
Tyra sat beside me,
