Cole's POV
I woke up with my head feeling like someone was taking a sledgehammer to my skull. It was pounding incessantly!
My mouth tasted like death, and my stomach was churning so violently that I knew I would throw up right there on the couch. The empty whiskey bottle was still in my hand, and I stared at it for a second before groaning and letting it roll onto the floor.
What the hell did I do?
I dragged myself upright and checked my wristwatch. 12:49 in the afternoon. Jesus Christ, I'd been out for more than 12 hours!
The last thing I remembered was riding out on Raine's bike, and the wind whipping against my face as I tried to outrun everything that had happened. But I didn't remember coming back. I didn't remember stumbling into the house or collapsing on the couch with the bot
