Chapter 27

Emiliana

I felt the bed dip beside my weak and hungover body. Last night became a blur of alcohol and emotions after the New Year countdown and I couldn’t quite remember how I had got into bed, naked. Only noticing my thin underwear against the silky covers as I lay slumped and motionless in my bed.

My hair was swept across my face by a delicate finger. I groaned into my pillow at the invasion of space, feebly swatting my hand in the air.

“Em,” a smooth voice called out to me in the abyss of my mind. It was dreamlike and I didn’t want the apparition to stop. “Em,” the voice was more urgent this time.

“Ugh.” I responded to my tormentor. Whoever was breaking up my sleep, better have a good explanation.

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