ILIANA'S POV
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Waking up isn't like any other morning. I'm not in my bed, but in Drystan's. My head is pounding as the light shines in through the shut curtains, and my throat is dry with an itch at the back. I can't remember a single thing from last night. What happened after he brought me here? I force myself to sit up, and my eyelids feel as heavy as a truck, weighing down, but I refuse to go back to sleep.
My body aches from laying down, my muscles stiff, but the dizziness that tries to force me back down is strong.
"What the hell?" I murmur, forcing myself off the bed. "Are you okay?" Drystan is at my side in a heartbeat. Where the hell did he even come from?
"Just a headache," I shrug, my feet dragging across the floor toward the bathroom. He follows me right to the door, and I
