Pain.
That was the first thing that registered in Mira's brain when she finally came to consciousness.
Her head felt like someone had taken a sledgehammer to her skull and then just for fun decided to keep hammering.
She groaned as she pressed her palms to her eyes like that was a foolproof way to get the pounding to stop.
The night before came to her mind as a disaster of fragmented images.
Colored lights spinning, the taste of champagne that tasted so good at the time, and the music pouring through her body.
Alex… Alex Vance! His face being so close to hers and then—
Nothing.
She remembered nothing else. Again. Just like the day before. Twice in a row.
Ugh! Am I really losing memories now?
But that was not the problem because she could not also help the feeling like she was being watched, because the hairs on her neck stood up as every instinct screamed that she so wasn't alone.
Her eyes flew open instantly.
