Chapter 83. Birdie

Lamia

One day before the full moon

I woke up with the worst headache ever. I groaned, holding my head while I used my other hand to prop me up. I was lying on a soft bed, surrounded by Mathias' scent. It was comforting, but it was doing little for the drum beating in my temples and the brick weighing my forehead down.

I reached over to feel for Mathias, but when I felt nothing, I turned my pounding head to see the bed empty. This was not his room. It was one of the guest rooms.

I rubbed my eyes, pulling the cover back to see I was naked. Throwing my feet over the side and rising from the bed, I saw Mathias' shirt from last night, draped across the chair by a closet. I grabbed it, putting it on. My movements were slower than usual and my legs were shaky. I felt like I had gone 4 rounds with myself and drank a shit ton of booze.

The last thing I remember is running out of the elevator from Mathias, in hopes he would chase me and ravage me. Only