His smile dropped, and he scowled as he rolled to his feet and offered me his hand. “I’m not entirely sure.”
Oh good. It wasn’t just me having an issue.
I clasped his hand, and a spark of awareness leaped between us, heating something low in my belly.
To his left, a blonde woman in an expensive pale-pink dress sighed as she woke. She climbed to her heeled feet with more grace than I managed in sneakers and blinked up at the huge guy between us.
She giggled. Ugh, give me a break. The blonde princess was as pretty as a peach, and so very transparent.
He didn’t fall for it. Brownie points to him.
The rest of the group consisted of two other women, both of whom seemed vaguely familiar, and two other men, one in along leather coat that looked like he was auditioning for a reboot ofThe Matrix,and the other wearing a sharp suit.
“Does anyone know what’s happening?” the dude in the leather coat asked.
“More importantly, does anyone know who they are?” the taller woman in an elegant purple sheath dress questioned.
Everyone shifted their eyes between the group as I folded my arms and took in the clean apartment we were in. Gauzy drapes outlined the open French doors, which let in the sweet-smelling Louisiana air as the sun fell.
“No, but I know which state we’re in,” I said.
“Louisiana,” the pretty blonde replied.
“Did we do drugs?” the woman in a boho skirt and huge gold hoop earrings questioned as she brushed her wild hair back, bangles jingling. She didn’t appear fazed by the situation or the possibility of illegal substance use.
“Maybe?” I answered.
“Could be a cult thing,” the sharp-suited man beside her said. “There's only one way to find out.”
The boho lady grabbed his lapels and kissed him, and the room collectively sucked in a breath. It wasn’t a romantic kiss. It wasn’t even a panicked one. It was the kind of kiss someone gives a stranger when they’re desperately hoping muscle memory will solve their life problems.
He jerked back and touched his lips in shock, his fingers coming away bloody.
“You caught me,” she said with a coy wink.
“I kind of liked that,” he murmured, rubbing his fingers together while gazing at the blood. I didn’t think he was talking about the kiss.
The ice princess sidled up beside me and whispered behind her hand, “He totally reminds me of someone.”
“Who?”
“That hot-as-sin vampire from that TV show.”
I tilted my head to the side, noting the dark hair and the intensity of his fixation on the blood. Was it getting hot in here? I waved my hand in front of my face and grinned back at her. “Agreed.”
“You think he’s hot?” the growly guy snapped.
A sense of danger settled over me, and I took a step back before freezing, my mouth drying at the ferocity in his gaze.
The woman in the purple dress raised a brow. “Did you get your memory back?” Her words broke the strange spell the large man had placed over me, and a shiver ran down my spine as I tore my gaze away from him.
“Nope. No spark. Zero. Absolutely nothing. It was like kissing a tax return,” the boho girl said.
“I agree,” sharp-suited man said. “But what I was going to suggest was that we leave and ask someone outside of this room who we are.”
My eyes widened when a man in a navy three-piece suit floated around the edge of the room. And by floated, I meant hovering above the floor, moving without walking.
“I don’t know how I got here,” he grumbled while passing through a sofa.
