His eyes throbbed. Though he was still half-asleep, Micah felt every beat of his heart reverberating through his eyelids, etching into his corneas, echoing throughout his skull until rest became impossible, dreams painful. The act of opening his eyes, however, was more difficult than the desire, and he groaned as the merest sliver caused fresh pain to resound into his ears.
“It’s your own fault,” he heard Ewan say. Water splashed. Floorboards creaked. “You know better than to drink so much.”
“I didn’t think it was that much,” Micah muttered. His limbs were heavy, but he lifted a hand to his brow anyway, shielding his vision from the light that flooded it when he finally pried his eyelids apart. “Brandy has never had that effect on me before.”
“Maybe because you never drank your weight i
