Vinorca Jona POV

I slammed the door shut—and froze.

Dizziness hit me hard. Someone was already in the room.

To escape that pervert, what kind of mess had I thrown myself into?

A thousand thoughts slammed through my head as I gripped the doorknob, heart pounding. I knew this wasn’t my room.

But in the rush and the crush of the bar crowd, all I’d cared about was getting away from that asshole.

Did I just drop myself into another nightmare?

“Miss, what the hell are you doing?”

A man. His voice, deep and sharp, sent another spike of fear through me.

And just like that, my brain filled with...