ELORA

The shrill ring of my phone dragged me out of sleep like a slap across the face.

I groaned, blinking rapidly. My arms reached out blindly, sweeping the sheets around until I finally found the phone and yanked it to my ear.

“Hello?” I croaked, my voice raw and dry.

“Elora! What the hell?” Gemma’s voice exploded through the receiver.

I winced and sat up slowly. Every inch of my body screamed in protest. My thighs were sore, my lower back ached, and between my legs felt like I’d been put through a blender on slow speed.

“Can you not yell?” I whispered, looking around for a clue of...