Dahlia's POV
My body felt like molten lead as I dragged myself toward my hotel room. Each step sent waves of heat coursing through my veins, making my vision blur at the edges.
A door clicked open beside me.
"Dahlia, what's wrong with you?" Chloe's voice cut through the fog in my head. She stepped into the hallway, her eyes scanning me from head to toe with what looked like concern, though something darker flickered beneath the surface.
She moved closer, extending her arm toward me. "You look terrible. Let me help you back to your room."
When Chloe got within arm's reach, her expression shifted completely. A cold smirk replaced her fake worry. "Someone slipped you something, didn't they? Want me to find you a man to take care of that problem? Though finding quality entertainment during the day might be challenging."
I forced my head up to meet her gaze, pushing past her taunting words. "Was it you who drugged me?"
