Mary-Allison Flagstone
“Nooo!"
What? I'm… awake—In my bed? Fully opening my eyes. I'm covered in the cuddly fur comforter. My head sinks into the feather-filled satin pillows. Of course, no light bleeds through the stained glass, but I know it's daytime. What happened last night? My feet raise instinctively when they touch the cold of the stone slabs making up my hotel room.
There's a knock at the door. My watch says it's seven a.m. Room service is right on time. Stretching, I'm hungry. Yawning, rising out of bed, slipping into complimentary fuzzy slippers. I… I can't remember details, but I… there was a fight last night? Or… was it just a dream? Christopher—He abandoned me! That's right… but the rest—We had s*x! Yeah, I remember the ruins, the cemetery, everything else is fading, like
