CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT
LAMON’S POV
Anurak had been holed up in his room the whole day. Ann on the other hand had only been giving me a stink-eyes the whole day from across the kitchen counter. Deep down I know she believed I had done something to Anurak. But can you blame her for having such thoughts? I was more of a force of destruction than gravity. I ruined more than I built. Dean on the other hand, had slept in practically the whole day. He must have drunk more than we thought.
“I’m more drained than hungovered,” Speaking of the devil.
I looked up from my tablet as Dean stumbled into the kitchen and true to his word, he was looking very drained. He walked straight to the fridge, grabbing a bottle of water and draining the hell out of it.
“Better,” He mumbled, leaning against the coun
