Ryker
My head was pounding. The room spun a little as I opened my eyes, blinking against the dim light filtering in through the curtains. The faint scent of perfume lingered in the air. Sweet, soft, unmistakably Zerah.
The next thing I knew, we were already home. I had no memory of the cab ride except her shoulder under my cheek. Now we were at the front door, and she was holding me up. Her arms were smaller than I remembered, but stronger somehow. Maybe it was the drinks. Or maybe it was her.
"Come on," she said softly, slipping one of my arms over her shoulders. "Let's get you to bed."
My legs wobbled under me, and I leaned into her. She smelled like something floral, with a little hint of vanilla. Comforting. Distracting.
She helped me up the stairs, her arm tight around my waist a
