Sloan
“Whatchu got to say for yourself, boy?” I heard Sookie ask as the blankets were jerked away from my body.
I rolled onto my back with a groan, throwing one arm across my eyes to block the light streaming in through the window. The other I threw out to reach for my mate.
“She ain’t here, boy. You run her off in tears.”
My head was pounding, my throat was dry and scratchy, and my tongue felt glued to the roof of my mouth. I squeezed my eyes shut tighter, ignoring Sookie. Nothing she said was making any sense. I let out a relieved sigh when I hear her footsteps fade away. I had barely given in to the sweet embrace of sleep when cold water assaulted my body.
“What the hell?” I sputtered, shooting upright.
“Seems li
