Kira’s POV
This is bad.
This is really bad.
My mind raced as I stared at myself in the large bathroom mirror, my reflection looking just as wrecked as I felt. My hair was a tangled mess, my eyes were swollen, and every inch of my body ached… especially between my thighs, though that ache had a dangerous, shameful satisfaction to it.
The last twenty-four hours felt like a fever dream. A really unhinged, crazy, what-the-hell-was-I-thinking kind of dream. If I went to a neurologist right now, I wouldn’t be shocked if they diagnosed me with brain damage. That would at least explain my behavior.
I tried to push the thought away as I grabbed the hairbrush and began working through the knots on my head, but my reflection wouldn’t let me off so easily. The moment I glanced back at the mirror,
