Chapter 8

Ismena woke up early the next morning with a clanging headache. "Awwggh," she moaned, palming her banging head.

Where am I? The events of the night before filled her head, most of them anyway. Those men had tried to rape her, and she was rescued by—

Big Bad Wolfe! Where is he?

Eyes darted around the empty bedroom. He's gone. Did he...?

Eyes darted to her body. Nope, he didn't take advantage of her.

Then, other memories came rushing in; the way she'd forced him to save her, he'd carried her out of the nightclub and brought her here. She'd propositioned him for séx!

"Unholy pants, did I really do that!?" She cringed, horrified as more memories pricked her clanging head. "Oh, my... What the hell did I do?"

Shit, she's the one that almost took advantage of the man. Bad Ismena, very bad girl.

Rising from the bed, she reached for the room phone and ordered some hangover tea. She's feeling surprisingly good this morning, too good. Wasn't her chest burning the night before?

Her meds have fi