Samantha’s POV
The first thing I felt when I woke up was the pounding in my head. It wasn’t just a normal headache—it was a sharp, relentless pressure, as though a hammer was striking against the inside of my skull. My eyes fluttered open, and the dim light in the room made my stomach churn.
Where was I?
I tried to sit up, but my body felt sluggish, my movements heavy and uncoordinated. Panic prickled at the edges of my mind as I looked around the unfamiliar room. The faint scent of stale wine lingered in the air, and the cheap decor told me I wasn’t in a place I would normally choose to be.
And then it hit me.
Louis. The hotel.
I sat up abruptly, my pulse racing. The sudden movement made my head spin, and I clutched the side of the bed for support. My dress was wrinkled and slightly
