Ethan
I groaned, rolling to my side. Sunlight stabbed through the blinds. My mouth felt like a desert. My head pounded. Imagine a giant parking a truck on your skull and revving the engine. Yeah, like that.
I forced myself to sit up. Bad idea. Regret hit instantly.
“s**t,” I muttered. My stomach twisted. I was so angry at myself for drinking that much, I actually had a hangover. Why had I let him talk me into it? Stupid.
Pieces of last night flashed through my mind. Gregory, that Beta, had invited me for drinks at the hotel bar. We drank something dark. It tasted like burnt caramel.
"Clean fire," Gregory had called it.
Clean my ass.
I dragged my legs to the edge of the bed. The room tilted. I stumbled to the bathroom, fumbled with the faucet. Cold water rushed out. I splashed it on
