Marlon woke slowly, an unfamiliar comfort surrounding him. He lay on his back for a moment, enjoying the deep, dreamless sleep, until a faint feeling of warmth began to prickle against his eyelids. He frowned, instinctively resisting the intrusion, but the sunlight was streaming in from an open window. Giving in, Marlon reluctantly opened his eyes.
At first, a wave of confusion washed over him. The room was large, sleek, and utterly unfamiliar. The clean lines of the furniture and the subdued color palette were not his own. For a confused instant, he wondered if he had been moved while unconscious, until the memories of the previous night—the cards, the dares, the wine—slammed back into his mind. He was in Jayvaughn'sapartment, the one Jayvaughn had told him and Lucian to use for the night.
