21 - PROPERLY MINE

HELENA’S POV

I wake up that morning with a splitting headache, My mind felt foggy, like it had been soaked in alcohol, though I knew that wasn’t the case. As I slowly blinked, my surroundings came into focus—the dark wood paneling, the sheer curtains filtering sunlight into the room.

“What the hell was happening?” I whispered to myself amidst the blinding the headache that flustered.

Slowly, the realization hit me like a cold bucket of water, and I groaned softly, sinking deeper into the plush pillows. I lay still trying to conjure up my memory from the previous night, last I remembered, I had followed Dante to the club and - the flashing lights, the overwhelming heat, the loud music and people dancing while I settled at the bar with a drink and then... him. The strange man that had approached me leading me away, the dizziness that followed, the confusion.

Then Dante – Dante had saved me. I remembered his face behind my blurred vision and hazed state and – shit!

I sat up quickly, a sh