Waking up to a throbbing headache and a queasy stomach was not a joyful feeling. And why was her mouth so dry? What did she eat for it to be filled with that godawful taste? Her throat was hurting as she was parched. Awesome.
Memories started to slither in and out of her head as consciousness slowly returned to Inez. The back of the ballroom. The witch. Her getting shot by the fucking tranquilliser gun. Anger chafed at her nerves, but she was so tired that she couldn't bother to open her eyes. She would get mad. There was no chance that she was going to let go. But she would do it later on. For now, her siren was throwing a temper tantrum good enough for both of them.
Inez knew without opening her eyes that Killian was in her room. His scent mingled with the comfortingly familiar scent of her sunshine-soaked bedding, light perfume and lily-scented room cleaner. Beneath those very comforting scents, there were other scents—Finn, Selene, Edira, Laxus and many others.
