[Bianca]
I woke up with a groan, feeling like drums were being hammered inside my head. Despite being laid on something soft, my body felt heavy and desperately weak. Everything was sluggish—my limbs, my mind, even my ability to breathe without putting extra effort into doing so.
"Fuck..." I muttered, pressing my fingers against my temple as I sat up on the couch. Slowly lifting my eyes to take note of my unfamiliar surroundings, I whispered, "Where... am I?"
It was just then that I recalled the memories from earlier. The meeting at the Burge, the elevator ride, Dante Wentworth and the words I had spoken to Grayson.
"No!" I panicked, quickly rising.
My legs felt like jelly, both knees giving way until I collapsed on the cold ground.
I winced, tears forming in my eyes as I tried to
