Author's POV
The next day, just past noon, Lucius woke with his skull feeling like it was splitting open.
He tried to reach up and rub his temples, but his arm was pinned. "Darren, get the hell off me—"
The words died in his throat.
It wasn't Darren beside him. It was Miranda.
And they were both nearly naked.
Miranda's eyes fluttered open, her expression soft and intimate. "Lucius..."
He shoved her away hard enough that she went sprawling. Lucius was out of bed in seconds, yanking on his shirt and pants with shaking hands. "What the f**k are you doing here?"
Miranda barely caught herself before hitting the floor. Her hair was a mess, her careful facade cracking. "I—I came to pick you up from the bar like you asked. You got sick in the car, so I found the nearest h
