CYRILLA'S POV
I woke up with my head throbbing, like someone was pounding a hammer against my skull. My mouth was dry, and my stomach felt uneasy. This heightened hearing only worsened the experience, amplifying every sound to a deafening level.
I tried to move slowly, but each movement made the pounding worse. The memories from last night were hazy—Millie, Laura, and way too many shots.
I slowly opened my eyes and saw Hunter seated near the window, watching me with an inscrutable expression. I inched the covers over my head, knowing he wasn’t exactly thrilled about me getting wasted. But before I could fully hide, he yanked the curtains open.
“No, no, no…” I muttered weakly, but it was too late. The sudden brightness stabbed at my eyes, making my headache even worse.
"Too bright,
