Kate's POV
I woke up with no memory of how I'd gotten back to the bedroom.
The dried salt on my cheeks told me I'd been crying. My pillow smelled faintly of tears and whatever cheap hotel detergent they used on the sheets. But the dream itself? Gone. Dissolved like smoke the second my eyes opened.
One thing I knew for certain: none of the Voss brothers would have carried me here. Damon and Darius had left hours ago. I'd heard them say goodnight through the fog of sleep. Which meant the last person in the apartment had been Damian.
And Damian would sooner set himself on fire than touch me voluntarily.
So I must have walked myself back. Sleepwalking. A brand new habit, apparently, courtesy of the universe's ongoing campaign to make my life as bizarre as possible.
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