Chapter 138
Bella
My head pounded like a hammer against my skull as I forced my eyes open. The dim morning light filtering through the curtains only seemed to make the pain worse, and I groaned, burying my face into the pillow. I felt a wave of nausea rise, and the memories from last night came flooding back—drinking too much, doing something incredibly reckless, and then… Marcus. Marcus dragging me away from Donovan’s residence like some lost, drunk girl who couldn’t control herself.
What the hell were you thinking, Bella?
I rubbed my temples, trying to ease the pain, but it wasn’t just my head that hurt. I was angry—angry at myself for letting my emotions drown me. I let them take over, let them lead me to that house. And for what? To watch some car pull up, hoping for a glimpse of s
