Cellie’s povI regretted the moment I opened my eyes. Light, blinding and harsh, burst into the darkness like a bomb. It stabbed my vision, forcing me to squint and recoil. The stark contrast between the still blackness I’d been in and this sharp brightness left me disoriented. As my eyes slowly adjusted, the ceiling above me began to seem clearer, my hazy mind working like a puzzle to figure out where I was.“Cellie?” A voice I’d recognize anyway spoke into the loud silence.I snapped my neck to the side, instantly regretting that as well. My head throbbed like a bitch.It occurred to me that I was back home in our bedroom, in the bed. Demetrio was sitting in the space beside me, his eyes running over my face. “Meno male! You’re awake.” His voice was part distressed, part thankful.I blinked up at him, lost for a second before it all started to come back to me, in vivid images, the events of what had led me up to this point flashed behind my eyes. I remembered going to club Nova to s
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