When I woke up, I felt like someone had drilled a hole in my head. My eyes were bleary, my body tired, and the hangover throbbing at my temples. I groaned a few times, blinking a lot until my vision cleared and I understood the world around me.
I was lying on the cushions inside the tree house.
The sun was shining brightly.
And Lucian was nowhere to be found.
For a second I wondered if I had dreamed about the night before, but the evidence said it all: I was still in my underwear; and when I lowered the planks, trying not to fall flat on the ground, I saw the remains of the fire.
's shoes and some of the rest of the clothing hadn't even disintegrated, which made me laugh a little. The wind and cold had probably put out the flames faster than we thought. There was also a piece of his t
