Zeke's POV
As I slowly stirred awake, the fog of sleep gradually lifted from my mind, and a sense of disorientation washed over me.
Blinking clearly, I registered the sight of a half-naked woman lying beside me in bed, her presence sending a jolt of alarm coursing through my veins.
I sat up in bed and rubbed my hands on my forehead to ease the throbbing headache from my hangover. As I looked over at the lady beside me, I tried to recall the events of the previous night, memories flickering in and out of focus like fragments of a shattered mirror.
I recalled the dimly lit interior of the casino and the sharp bite of whiskey against my tongue. Then I remembered seeing a blurred image of Kamille.
We went home together, I kissed her, and the heat of her body pressed close to mine. But somewhere in the midst of it all, I felt something was off but that is where I blanked out.