Chapter 22: Dahlia

I was pulled out of sleep by my phone.

The sound cut through the silence like something sharp, dragging me up from a thick, formless dark. I wanted to frown, wanted to roll over, wanted to hurl whatever was making that noise directly through the nearest window —

But I couldn't move.

Something was holding me down. Not something. Someone.

My consciousness was still half-submerged in the hangover, but my body had already registered the wrongness — an arm across my waist, heavy and warm, radiati