Chapter 188

“What time is it?” Valerie groaned, the pounding in her head forcing a wince. The pain was sharp, relentless. The last thing she remembered was drinking straight from the wine bottle, muttering curses about Roman and Camilla, along with a dozen other bitter ramblings.

“Where’s Vance?” She searched the room for him, half-expecting to find him lingering nearby—but he wasn’t. Only silence greeted her