Chapter 12
Mason opened his eyes, then slammed them closed. The sun blazing around the blinds burned, intensifying the pounding in his head. Nausea rolled through him, and he fought with himself whether to endure the pain of standing up and running to the bathroom, or lie still and let anything about to happen, happen. Not moving won, as the throbbing in his head threatened to increase with any movement.
He tried to arrange his thoughts enough to remember what the hell he’d done—what had put him in this state. But the mere idea of thinking had his head ready to explode. So instead, he attempted to clear everything from his mind and relax enough to go back to sleep.
When he next opened his eyes, Mason had no clue how much time had passed. The light still hurt, but this time he fought thr
