Chapter 6
Vin’s head pounded like someone was beating on it with a jackhammer. His mouth was dry—he shifted his tongue around in his mouth trying to work up some saliva—and tasted like a small mammal had crawled inside and died. “Ugh.” He thought about opening his eyes and decided not to.
The pounding started up again, rattling his brain around. Had it shrunk three times to a smaller size, like the Grinch’s heart in reverse?
Vin made a halfhearted attempt to get out of bed, to find the floor, and while his feet missed entirely, he did, actually, find the floor. With his chest. “Houston, we have touched down,” he muttered. Vin turned his head and stared under the bed. A few stray dust bunnies cuddled together under there, along with a spare sock, a couple of condom wrappers, and that one
