Erin woke with her head pounding and her throat dry. She winced as she blinked awake. It was surprisingly light outside as sunlight streamed past the edges of the curtains. Just how long had she slept?
‘Eir, did the food make us sick?’
‘Pretty sure it was the wine. You had quite a few glasses.’
‘Did I?’ Erin frowned.
She didn’t really recall how many glasses she had. Her first sip had left her pleasantly warm and surprised by its sweetness. The only other time she had drunk was with Laverne, who preferred whiskey and bourbon. She had been jarred by the taste and never drank again.
‘It’s fine. Mate took care of us.’
Their mate. A smile touched Erin’s mouth. That was a phrase she had been certain she would never hear. She sighed, breathing deep and catching the earthly and slightly sw
