Book 18: Stardust

Skye

Alex nods, looking thoroughly concerned while I spiral into oblivion. “Skye–”

“Did we…?” I look down at my clothes, voice shaking, and see that I’m wearing the same outfit I wore out last night, much to my relief. It was a stupid question, but I’ve already asked it.

“We did not,” he confirms with a soft wince. “Do you remember anything from the club last night?”

“Barely. Was I drugged? I don’t drink that much. I don’t think I even had a drink last night at all. I remember walking in and….” My memory is strangely hazy. I take several gulps of water and try to hand the glass back, but Alex shakes his head.

“Finish it. It has electrolytes in it.”

“I didn’t drink–”

“It doesn’t matter. You’re going to feel like hell if y