The driver doesn’t talk. I lean my head against the window and close my eyes.
When we pull up to Jax and Zephyr’s place, it’s dark. Quiet. Weird after all the noise.
I get out. The Uber pulls away.
The front door’s unlocked. They always leave it unlocked when they’re home.
I push inside.
It’s so dark that I can’t see where the fuck I’m walking. I stumble against a chair and then hit the wall. Shit. I try to adjust my eyes,but my head’s spinning from all the alcohol. It takes a moment, but my eyes finally adjust. I reach for the wall, letting it guide me down the hall. I head straight for the guest room. The one I’ve crashed in a hundred times. Door’s closed, so I’m trying to find the doorknob.
I twist and push it open.
The room’s dark, but I see the bed.
I close the door behind me and reach for the bed. My vision’s still spinning. I drop face-first onto the bed. The mattress is warm, comfortable. Just what I need.
I register someone. A body. A person. I think? Maybe it’s Sienna, and then I laugh, sinking further into the bed. In my dreams.
My eyes close. I can’t move. Can’t think. Can’t do anything but sink.
The dark swallows me whole.
Chapter Six: Tigerlily
The bed shifts.
I wake with a racing heart, an instant spike of adrenaline that comes from feeling movement where there shouldn’t be any. My eyes fly open, but I don’t move. Don’t breathe. Just listen.
Someone’s next to me.
In the bed.
My brain scrambles to catch up. Where am I?
Jax and Zephyr’s house.
The guest bedroom.
Zinnia’s at home.
And I stayed to avoid a fallout with my dad. But I climbed into this bed alone last night, and Jax closed the door behind him.
The person next to me groans.
My pulse hammers in my throat. I turn my head slowly and see the outline of a body under the sheets. Broad shoulders. Dirty blonde hair. A man.
Oh my God.
I look at his side profile. This isn’t Jax or Zephyr.
What the hell?
I don’t know him. I don’t recognize him. How did he get in here? When did he—
He moves again, and I freeze. My whole body locks up. Every muscle tenses. I’m ready to run. No, I’m going to scream. But my voice won’t work. It’s stuck somewhere in my throat, unable to come out.
Then he jerks awake.
