Rhea’s POV
The light hit me before I was ready for it.
I squeezed my eyes shut, groaned, and pressed my palm flat against my forehead like that would somehow hold my skull together. It didn’t. My head throbbed with the kind of pain that made me question every single decision I’d made after 10 p.m.
I sat up slowly, one inch at a time, and when the room finally stopped tilting, I noticed the bowl on the nightstand. Steam was still curling off it faintly. Next to it, a folded piece of paper.
I picked up the note first.
Drink this. It will make you feel better. And don’t ever go to the club again without my security personnel.
I read it twice, then sighed. “Like he cares.”
The soup was warm and it did exactly what it promised, settling the chaos in my head enough for everything from las
