I dragged my hands down my face, inhaling sharply. My mind was still reeling from the absolute disaster I'd woken up to. Rosario giggled, thoroughly enjoying my misery, while Luis remained unmoving and emotionless like a statue.
It was as if he were some damned guardian spirit sent to haunt me.
This wasn't happening. This couldn't be happening.
I pulled on my shirt with shaking hands, my fingers fumbling with the buttons. My clothes smelled faintly of sweat, wood, and the scent of Rosario.
Fuck. I resisted the urge to gag.
Rosario stretched lazily, the blanket slipping slightly from her shoulder, and I turned away so fast I nearly gave myself a beating.
"Listen, until I figure out what the hell happened and what to do about it, you will not say a word of this to anyone."