I woke to sunlight from a floor-to-ceiling windows. This wasn't the bar. My head throbbed, body still tingling from last night. I rolled over and blinked at the unfamiliar sheets, before taking in the room– Rhys' loft.
“Rhys?” I murmured.
He was already up, buttoning his shirt at the dresser. “Morning."
I sat up. "How am I here?”
"You slept. Must've been thoroughly exhausted,” he teased, slipping into his jacket, a confident look on his face. "Didn't even wake the entire process of transporting you here. Breakfast's ready, downstairs.”
I swung my legs over the side of the bed. “Breakfast?”
He nodded. “Well, coffee. And you should know, they’re here.”
My heart hammered. “They?”
His eyes softened. “Damien and Julian.”
I froze for a minute. He looked at me, his eyes blunt, then turne
