Veronica was now sitting on the edge of the bed. One hand pressed lightly against her temple, the other bracing herself against the mattress as she tried to steady her breathing. Her hair was disheveled.
"Hi," Cassidy said softly.
"Cassidy?" Veronica's voice came out thin, strained, laced with confusion as her eyes darted around the room like she was trying to piece together a reality that refused to settle. Her breathing quickened. "What… what am I doing here?" she demanded, panic rising fast as she pushed herself up from the edge of the bed, her legs unsteady beneath her. "Where am I?"
Cassidy stayed where he was, near the door, watching her carefully. "You're in my house," he said, keeping his tone calm.
Her eyes snapped to his. "In your bedroom?" she pressed, suspicion cutting through the confusion. "What did you do to me?"
"Really?" he said, a dry edge creeping into his voice. "Do you already think so low of me?"
