THIRTY FOUR

DIMITRI'S POV

I roused when the sun seeping through an open curtain found my face. It wasn't soft or warm. The heat was overwhelming.

I turned to my other side and in doing so, sleep eluded me.

My eyes flashed open as I stared at the ceiling.

My head was throbbing with the dull ache of a hangover, a familiar sensation after a night of excessive drinking.

There were also flashes from the previous night that I struggled to piece together and failed to do so miserably.

My memories remained hazy, like fragments of a dream slipping through my fingers. I vaguely recalled the sensation of warm lips against mine, a fleeting moment of intimacy lingering in the recesses of my mind.

Milana maybe.

Dragging myself out of bed, I stumbled into the bathroom and splashed cold water on my face, hoping to shake off the remnants of grogginess clouding my thoughts. The icy shock of the water jolted me awake, if only momentarily, as I steadied myself before venturing back into my bedroom.

I had barely ma