Chapter 61

Caroline’s POV

It’s Andrius.

I had a couple of long strands of hair on my face as my legs were bound. He brushed them away, allowing me to view more of his face. I’m feeling better; there’s only some space within my stomach, and I’m not sure if I’m hungry or if I was carrying booze previously.

“How much did you consume? Do you have any recollection of what happened?” Now he’s tickling my face by dragging his finger along the side of my face as if he’s trying to figure out what shape it is.

“It’s okay,” I said, unable to recognize my voice due to exhaustion. After all, the roughness was traveling down my throat earlier owing to the alcohol’s great endurance. I also didn’t drink any water after vomiting, so this may be how my voice is today. I want to sit despite knowing I can’t, but I can’t because of this rope.

“I didn’t know you changed every time you drank,” he says, his hand now resting on my body. Maybe I’m simply grateful that he hasn’t taken off m