BELLE

My eyes flew open, blinking under the bright light on the ceiling above me.

Memories of what had happened last night came crashing to the front of my consciousness like a freight train.

I was disoriented and drowsy from passing out and had no idea where I was or how I got there. And, even though exhaustion was pushing me to go back to sleep, panic gripped me like a vice, forcing my eyes open wide.

Adalee had tried to kill me.

Grayson didn’t care if I was dead.

Liam was a vampire.

My hand went to my throat, touching the spot where Adalee’s hand had been wrapped around...