Chapter 11 The August Visitor

• Cece's POV
• The lights in the bathroom were too sharp, piercing through my aching head like daggers. The tequila shots from last night had been a bad idea, and now, my hangover was exacting its revenge. I staggered toward the sleek, modern faucet, hoping a cold shower might wash away the remnants of my bad decisions.
• But Sebastian's multi-million-dollar bathroom was a puzzle I didn't have the patience to solve. I twisted a handle, yelping as scorching water sprayed out, burning my skin. Another twist sent water gushing directly into my face, blinding me.