Ray
I must have cried myself to sleep. When I woke up, my head was pounding, my stomach ached, and I was thirsty, with a scratchy throat. The entirety resembled an ugly hangover. After stumbling down the stairs, I found Ricky in the kitchen.
“Here,” he said, thrusting a mug of tea into my hands. I took it gratefully. It was exactly the right temperature, smelling of honey, and I gulped down half of it gratefully.
“Better?”
“Yeah,” I rasped.
My best friend sat in front of me. “So, what did he do?” he asked in a casual tone.
Never having had a high opinion of alphas except Brian, Ricky obviously assumed Brian had hurt me. “Nothing.”
“Ray, I’ve never seen you so miserable. You need to be honest with me.”
I took a few deep breaths. I didn’t want to talk about it, but I would have to. “
