Chapter 35: +Chapter 35+

Caspian opened his eyes slowly, staring across a low mahogany table to an unfamiliar couch. He frowned as he tried to retrieve his memories, where was…

He didn't even need to ask, his memories returning unbidden. His unfortunate encounter with Mafia King Nikolai for the second time, Hannah's betrayal, Asher coming to get him...

He closed his eyes again and let out a soft groan, wondering how his life had become this.

He was still wearing the dress and heels, draped across a wine-colored velvet couch, his pale skin and champagne-colored dress contrasting with the deep rich color.

Caspian slowly sat up, relieved that he wasn't hungover and the effects of the alcohol were completely gone. How long had he been out? Where was he?

"Sleep well?"

A familiar voice brought his attention to the door, he was in a private room, Asher leaning against the door, his hair falling over his face.