Christian Achestan's Point Of View.
As soon as we arrived at the mansion, the tension in my head throbbed worse than ever. The night had unraveled into something I had not planned, and it was far from the outcome I had envisioned. I barely managed to step out of the car when my patience snapped.
"Bring her to her room and call Dorothy to attend to her," I barked at one of my guards. The irritation in my voice was unmistakable as I rubbed my temples, trying to ease the dull ache building behind my eyes. I could already feel the hangover creeping back, the alcohol I had consumed earlier mixing poorly with the night's events.
The guard quickly obeyed, hauling Cherilyn's limp form from the back seat and into the house. I did not even spare her a glance as she was carried off, her half-cons
