I woke up inside Nathan’s room. The treacly and musky scent of a man is trailing on my nostrils. Ethan must have brought me here after the incident. I lost consciousness again, and no vestige of him was seen in the corner of the room. I got used to his emergence and departure schemes. I’m glad he’s not here to make things worse as it is already. I got up, trying to sit straight, but my head was killing me.

My stomach growled. How long have I been passed out? My legs wobbled when I tried to stand straight at the side of the bed. My arms are resting on...