Chapter 73

• The sun streamed through the windows, its golden rays warming Dahlia's skin. She attempted to evade the light, but her efforts were futile.
• Eventually, irritation overcame her as she opened her eyes and sat up, realizing that it was the morning sun that had roused her. She had slept for more than ten uninterrupted hours.
• Her tousled hair cascaded over her bare chest as she yawned, the events of the previous night flooding back to her. It was a night that would linger in her memory; she distinctly recalled entering the second round of their contest, but after that, alcohol had clouded her consciousness, and the same could be said for Xavier.