The first thing Felix felt was pain.
A throbbing ache pulsed through the back of his skull as if someone had tried to crack his head open with a mallet. He groaned into the pillow, squeezing his eyes shut against the shards of daylight slipping through the hotel curtains. The room was too quiet, too still, but inside his mind, chaos brewed.
Lara. Her perfume still lingered on his jacket.
He sat up slowly, elbows on his knees, fingers pressing hard into his temples. Every memory of the previous night slammed into him like a freight train. Lara's voice purring at his side, the way she clung to his arm like a barnacle, draped in red silk and ambition. The way people looked at them, as if they were a couple. As if she belonged there, beside him. That goddamn smirk.
He exhaled sharply through his nose.
"What the hell is she trying to pull?"
