KEILAH

I stirred, my body heavy with exhaustion. Even as I drifted toward wakefulness, the weight of last night pressed down on me. My mind felt sluggish, tangled in the strange events that had unfolded.

With a quiet sigh, I turned over, reaching instinctively for Damien—only to feel empty sheets beneath my fingertips.

My eyes snapped open.

The spot beside me was cold. He had been gone for a while.

I sat up slowly, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. My head still ached from the restless night. No matter how much I tried to push it away, the same question haunted me.

What the hell happened to me last...