Darnell's head ached unbearably. He woke exactly because of this pain, floating out from the sleep into an unstoppable agony pounding in his temples. The man groaned quietly, rolling over onto his back and pressing his palms to his eyes. Another hangover. For some reason, he could not remember what and how much he had drunk the previous evening. He didn't remember what he was doing at the bar at all. Probably, he foolishly mixed something not worth mixing, and now he was enjoying the consequences of these cocktails. Suddenly something huge and black covered him, like a warm blanket, which frightened him for a moment. Darnell waved his hands and realized he was leaning against the leather wing. He turned, stunned, and saw Morra smiling sweetly on the bed beside him.
“Good morning,” she coo
