Zane’s POV

I rubbed my eyes as I woke up. The hangover was nothing like I had ever experienced. I stirred and tossed in bed to gather the strength I needed to get up. But it wasn’t just the hangover I felt. There was emptiness. My head throbbed as I tossed left and right, the air heavy with the scent of Elora’s perfume. I wiped my face with my hand, groaning softly.

What the hell happened last night?

Pieces of memories from the bar to the house flashed through my mind—the heat at the bar, the alcohol stench, the dragging and lifting, Elora. That’s it. I fucked Elora. Then my...