Ava awoke to find herself in a strange room. The shiny black lacquered ceiling panels assured her that she was still in the club, but the absence of a diaphanous bed canopy told her that she was not, in fact, in her own room.
Ava blinked into the morning light streaming in through the bedroom window and made to sit up. She sighed and seized up, a hand going to her throat. Goddess, that hurt.
Actually, everything hurt. Every muscle in Ava’s body seemed to be screaming at her to give it up already and go back to sleep! She paused, taking stock of her various – numerous – aches and pains.
Her shoulder blades were sore from where she’d laid pressed against the tub’s porcelain floor for too long. She grimaced – so was her back. Her wrists were on fire, and she’d bet her breakfast that
