EMORY'S POV
When I woke up, I was in an unfamiliar bed, wrapped in the familiar comfort of an oversized shirt. The heat that had tormented me was gone, replaced by a shiver as a cool breeze drifted in from the open window. My body felt drained, but the worst had passed.
Soft murmurs came from outside the room, accompanied by the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee. I pushed myself upright, my knees still weak, and moved toward the door. Then I hesitated.
Last night’s memories crashed over me. The pain, the vulnerability, the way Drake and Andre had seen me at my weakest. I didn’t know how to face them. But then Drake’s voice cut through my hesitation.
"Red, I know you're awake," he called out. "Come out and have breakfast."
I exhaled a heavy sigh, gripping the doorknob. There was no
