• ELOISE •
I yawned, stretching my hands to the air as well as my legs, before tossing on the bed and groaning at that simple movement because a splitting headache followed. I whined, holding my forehead as I sat up.
I looked at the glass doors leading to the balcony. Why was that open?
Squinting my eyes at the table where the leftover meals from yesterday were, and then at the empty bottle. Two.
Gods! Did I finish that?
I heard the locks from the door, the sharp sound of it causing me to wince.
The doors opened, and Drevon walked in. I wasted no time as I grabbed the pillow and thrusted it with all my might.
Drevon reacted quickly, dodging as the pillow shot into the corridor. He looked back at me with a shocked expression. "Eloise."
"Eloise?" I huffed. "The nerve of you to call me that. Well then, husband, how about you explain yourself while I'm still asking nicely?"
He closed the door behind him. "Explain what?"
