Sebastian~
Cold.
That was the first thing I felt as I stirred awake. A chill that seeped into my bones, curling around me like an unwelcome embrace. Something had gone terribly wrong.
For a moment, I remained still, my mind groggy, my body oddly heavy. Again, something wasn't right.
Then it hit me.
She was gone.
The bed beside me was cold. The scent of her—wild and intoxicating—lingered faintly, but she was no longer here.
And that was when I remembered.
The soft touches. The way she had whispered to me. The slow, lingering kiss that had sent me into unconsciousness.
"Son of a—" I shot up from the bed, my head spinning.
That sneaky little minx drugged me!
I ran my tongue over my lips, searching for any lingering taste of the sedative she had used. I should have sensed it. I should have known! But no. I had been too caught up in her. Too addicted to the feel of her, the taste of her, the way her body fit against mine like we were crafted from the same damn mold.
