Chapter 18

Ethan’s POV

The warmth of the sun’s rays dancing across my face woke me up. As I fluttered my eyes open, I was greeted by a piercing light that made my head throb.

“Arrggh,” I groaned loudly, trying to lift my hand to shield my eyes, but a sharp pain shot through my temples, making me wince. What the…

I slowly sat up, trying to understand where I was and how I got there. It was a bedroom, but it wasn't mine. The room spun around me, and I grabbed the edge of the bed to steady myself. How did I get here?

Fragments of memories from yesterday began to surface. I remember drinking and discussing with Oliver at the bar; he left me to meet the red-haired brunette, and then the voice, and then…nothing.

I stumbled out of bed and staggered outside. As I approached, I heard the sound of murmuring. I saw Oliver on a call with a crestfallen face.

“Ethan,” he called out. “You need to see this.”

He walked toward me and showed his screen to my face. It was a picture of me and Luna