In the packhouse…
Talia woke up with a muffled groan. Her head felt like it's about to pop, thanks to the fierce hangover she earned after her last night's partying.
She opened her eyes with difficulty and squinted at the blinding sunlight that intensified her headache.
Talia placed her hand over her eyes and took a deep breath that filled her system with the scent of the forest and dark chocolate.
Talia looked around to confirm that she was in her room, in her bed, alone. But Damon's scent filled the bedsheets and the pillows, its concentration telling her that he was there for a while and that he left recently.
She checked herself only to see that she was wearing a silvery top and black leather pants. Ah, right… Maya gave her a makeover and they went to the Shifters nightclub.
Wait! How did she find herself here?
