Belmont POV My head was on fire when I opened my eyes. For a second, I didn't even know where the fuck I was; then the ceiling became clear, and nothing was familiar. I groaned, pressing my palm to my forehead, as if that would change anything.And then I realized. I had been asleep.I sat up too quickly and regretted it immediately: the room tipped to one side before stabilizing. Had I really slept? I hadn't been able to sleep properly for years. Naps, maybe. An hour here and there, when my body finally gave up. But this was different. Heavy. Long.I turned to the other side of the bed, expecting to see her, but the place was empty and cold, as if she had left some time ago. Zele wasn't in the room.I got up, and that's when I noticed. Pajamas. I was wearing fucking pajamas. Soft cotton ones, which were clearly not mine, nor any I remembered putting on. When had I changed? Or rather: who had changed me?Not possible.I left the room trying to piece together the events of the night,
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