I’d awaken in my suite, blinking at the pink rabbit wallpaper and Snowball curled at the foot of the bed, purring. A lamp still burned, giving the room a soft hue of light. My mouth felt like sandpaper. I groaned, sitting up. I felt like I’d gotten an ass-kicking.
Until I threw off the covers and swung my feet over the bed, I didn’t realize someone had changed my clothes. Men’s pajamas, I presumed by the looks of it. The black garment swallowed me up, several sizes too large, but thanks to the drawstring tied around my waist, the pants hugged my hips. I sniffed the fabric and recognized Bane’s scent. Spice and a woodsy mix penetrated my senses.
Then the flood of the night charged through me. My brain might’ve been hazy, but I would never forget the most embarrassing night of my life. The
