Diana’s pov
My head hurts, everything hurts.
I slowly opened my eyes, and the light was hurting my eyes.
I shouldn’t have listened to Kai and tried that terrible concoction he called whiskey.
That thing could knock out a bull. Suddenly, I felt a cold shiver run down my spine, and I looked in the direction of the couch.
Sitting there looking at me with those red, furious eyes was Ezra.
Why does he look so pissed?
And how on earth did I get back home?
“Did you sleep well?” With the way the question was asked, I didn’t know how to respond.
It felt like a trick question, and judging from the bags under his eyes, he didn’t sleep a wink.
It seems like he was just sitting on the couch stewing about something, but what?
“How did I get back home?” I finally asked him.
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