The sunlight was rude.
The sunlight didn't just peek—it attacked, slicing through the blinds like divine retribution straight into Eliana's unforgiving, hungover soul.
She groaned, face buried in the pillow, head pounding in steady, mean pulses. Her mouth tasted like regret and tequila. Her clothes from last night clung to her skin like a bad decision. The faint scent of booze and cigarettes on her clothes and hair made her gag.
She was also freezing.
She sat up slowly, knees tucked to her chest, hair in a rat nest that could have qualified as its own life form. The room spun slightly. Wow, she really made it back home safe. How? Her throat felt like she'd swallowed a cactus.
She slid out of bed with a groan and blinked when she saw it—Renee. Curled up on the carpet, shivering.
"Oh my god," Eliana whispered, half-laughing. "Renee?"
Renee didn't stir.
