Ki-hoon carried me to their suite.
The suite was huge. Too huge. It was the kind of place that smelled like money and air conditioning, with floor-to-ceiling windows that made the city look like a toy set. It was a hell of a lot different from my tiny room, and honestly, the luxury of it made me feel even more sick.
He dropped me onto the bed. I didn't care what it was made of, but it was soft—so soft that for a second, with my head spinning and the heat melting my brain, I actually felt like I was floating on a cloud. I gripped the sheets, my knuckles digging into the fabric just to have something to hold onto so I wouldn't drift away.
The white suit was a disaster. The brooch was gone, my tie was choking me, and I'd lost my glasses somewhere. Without them, everything was a blur, but I could still see the four of them standing there, watching me like I was a car crash.
