Freya
I woke up slowly, surprised to find that my head was clear. I was no longer drunk, my body wasn’t in pain, and most importantly, I wasn’t on the ballroom floor.
For a moment, I just laid there, trying to piece together what had happened. I was in a comfortable bed, surrounded by silence, in a room I didn’t recognize. The last thing I remembered was drinking glass after glass of alcohol at Anderson’s charity dinner, trying to prove… something.
Fuck.
The memories came flooding back. The challenge from Anderson’s Beta. The crowd watching me. The whispers and mockery. And then… nothing. Blackness.
For a brief, hopeful moment, I thought perhaps everything that had happened earlier was just a dream. But I knew it was real, and I had probably made things so much worse fo
