Chapter 26

"Justice does not descend from its own pinnacle."

-Dante Alighieri, Purgatorio

I woke up in pain, completely disoriented, on a much softer surface than I expected, next to the body of a man. Panic shot through me as I tried to gather myself, but the pain in my skull escalated yet again. My eyes were hurting too when I tried to see where I ended up this time. A wave of familiar cologne permeated the air. Part of me wondered if hell really existed or maybe it was just one big fat lie.

This wasn't how I imagined the pits would look. And when I felt movement next to me, I exhaled with relief, knowing that I wasn't in the feared underworld. My senses registered a sexy alpha male next to me. Whatever Alexis did...worked. She obviously didn't like the fact that I had learnt about her disability, and she somehow transported me back to the other person that I was trying to stay away from.

Zach.

I was in his bed, in his house.