Bryan's POV

I groan in pain as I flutter my eyes open sharply. I look around, trying to recall what happened last night and how I got into bed.

I shut my eyes and groaned again before sitting up sharply and placing my feet down on the pompom rug beside my bed.

I wonder why I feel pain all over me and why I feel feverish. I glance beside me and I see my bandaged hand then it clicks in my head and everything comes rushing.

I remember everything; Camilla, the whole content of the alcoholic drink I gulp down my throat within five minutes, Celine and Camilla's presence, and...