Marcelina's POV
I didn't remember falling asleep.
One second, I had been sitting there—tense, stubbornly awake, and refusing to let myself relax. And the next... everything had gone quiet.
When I opened my eyes, it took a moment for anything to make sense. Then I shifted slightly and felt a warm soft blanket draped over me.
My brows pulled together as I glanced down, brushing my fingers against the fabric. It wasn't something I had put on myself. I would remember that.
Which meant someone else had.
I exhaled slowly and lifted my gaze upward only to land on the subtle stitching along the headrest in front of me.
D.V.
The initials were customized into every leather like a signature. And somehow, even something that small was enough to irritate me all over again.
I dragged my eyes a
