Chapter 134

I roll over in the overly warm bed and groan loudly as light hits me in the face, with someone pulling the curtains back in our room to flood us with an unearthly glow. My head is booming away like someone is merrily stamping on it, and my body is fragile like cracked glass that’s about to fully shatter under pressure. Burying my head under the duvet, I try to stop the swirling, insane motion of the room and the sharp pain as shards of light try to slice my skull open.

“Time to get up. We have a tour this morning of our future abode.” Alexi is way too chirpy for a guy who partnered me in drinking ourselves into oblivion last night, and I cannot remember anything past the first bar and the twenty shots we downed in a drinking game with his brother. My head’s thumping out a poorly played rhumba beat, and nausea is swirling in my throat so that I gag anytime I move. My mouth is carpeted with some old man’s swirly 50s shag pile, and I have the awful taste of metallic that I can’t