THE AGONIZING POUNDING of my head spread across my temples. The grey daylight of winter filtered through the bedroom window. A quick pat of the half-empty bed confirmed Ethan had already woken, and I pushed into a sitting position, every single muscle in my body beseeching me to stop. Even inhaling hurt like hell, though the strength of his essence in the room, combined with that of coffee, told me he hadn’t been up long.
With a groan, I forced myself onto my feet and commanded my quivering legs to follow the rich wafts into the kitchen.
Ethan’s gaze lifted to the doorway, when I reached it, his eyes widening. “You look like hell.”
“Thanks.” I mumbled. “You don’t.”
He gave a small smile. “You really haven’t drunk in a while, have you?”
I shook my head, pressing a hand to it when the m
