Sienna
I lay on the massive, circular bed, my chest heaving like I had just run a marathon. The pillows felt like cold water against my overheated skin.
I looked at my finger. The ring was glowing with a steady, haunting 3. But the room did not care about my exhaustion.
The moans from the other six people in Room 201 were like a constant reminder of where I was.
Dan did not give me a second to recover. He reached out and grabbed my ankles, his large, rough palms dragging me across the bed until my hips were at the very edge within his reach.
“You’re moving like a turtle, Sienna,” Dan growled. He looked toward the window. “The sky will soon sleep, honey, and if that ring does not hit ten before the last bit of light fades, the Seniors will use you as a toy all night. No sleep. Just ser
