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Ambrose woke to a world where everything was pounding, his head, the door…
“Mr. Worthing! Please, you must wake up!” a feminine voice begged him.
A foggy pain seemed to have settled in his head, and he could barely hear anything aside from the blood pounding in his ears.
He struggled to sit up and realized he was still in his clothes from the night before. Why hadn’t he changed? Had Alex come to his room and he’d passed out and missed seeing her? He couldn’t remember a damned thing.
“Mr. Worthing!” The voice came again.
He tripped as he tried to get out of the bed. It took him a moment to realize Vaughn’s bed was empty. Then he reached the door and opened it, his head still pounding.
“Mr. Worthing?” Perdita was dressed and watching him with shocked wide eyes.
“I…Miss Darby, what
