Chapter Twenty-Seven

Savage

Crying out in pain as I wake up and open my eyes, I slam them shut again before groaning and laying back down. Only to jerk back up and scream because how did we get home last night, and how am I in my bed?

“Shut up! My head is killing.” Lily groans beside me before gasping and jerking upright. “How did we get home and into your bed?”

“I was thinking the same thing because the last I remember is us dancing at the club.” I whimper as the pain in my head throbs harder.

“You ladies were lucky I was there watching in the shadows.” Azrael smirks as he walks into my room with two cups of coffee.

“Oh, Azrael, thank goodness you're here,” Lily exclaims, her tone a mixture of relief and curiosity. “How did we get home, and why are we in Savage's bed?”

Azrael chuckles, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “Well, I saw you two leaving the club together in a bit of a hurry,” he explains, handing us the cups of coffee. “I took it upon myself to follow you discreetly and make sure you both got