Vespera POV Morning sunlight leaked through the cracks of the dark curtains, cutting across my face with a bright, stinging warmth.I groaned softly, my eyelids heavy as lead as I pulled myself out of the deep fog of sleep. A dull, pounding ache throbbed right behind my forehead—the brutal reminder of three shots of cheap whiskey on an empty stomach.I stretched my arm across the mattress, expecting to feel the rough, damp wool blanket of room 104.Instead, my fingers brushed against smooth, thick, high-thread-count cotton sheets.My eyes flew open.I sat up straight in bed, the heavy white duvet sliding down to my waist. Cold air hit my shoulders, and a sharp gasp caught in my throat. My emerald gala dress—the ruined, rain-soaked gown that Everett had torn hours ago—was folded neatly over the back of a wooden armchair near the corner of the room.I looked down at myself. I was wearing an oversized, slate-gray button-down shirt. It smelled faintly of clean cedar, rain, and expensive
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