Belladonna groaned in pain, as her hand immediately went to her throbbing head. For a brief moment, she thought that she was back in her comfortable chair, in her apartment, waking up after a vivid dream of having real life magic and flirting with rich boys.
But not only would have that been thoroughly disappointing if true, it didn't account for where she was now. For one, she was Belladonna at the moment, not Valerie, and secondly, it was not her apartment bedroom she was laying it.
The idiotic thought was swiftly banished for her mind as she slowly sat up and looked around with blurred, unfocused eyes. She was definitely in a bedroom, that much she had gotten correct, but it was not her own.
The bed she was currently resting in was far too big to be her own, as it was queen sized with a extraordinarily comfortable mattress rather than the simple single she was used to.
