KISAREL.
Something about it kept snagging at the back of my mind and refusing to let go, no matter how many times I told myself I was overthinking it. The way I had fallen asleep — so suddenly, so completely, like someone had reached into my head and switched everything off at once. I was tired, yes. The weekend had been a lot, and I had barely slept, and my body had every reason to give out on me.
But it hadn't felt like tiredness.
It had felt like something else. Something heavier and faster than exhaustion, something that had taken me under without even letting me decide if I was sleepy or not.
I trusted Jace. Whatever he had done — whatever he was still doing — I knew him well enough to know he wouldn't drug me. To what end? What would be the point?
To have s*x with me? I gave him
