Kara's POV
It is morning. I squint my eyes within its closed form. I yawn, still not opening my eyes, and shift to the other side, snuggling more into the feathery pillow.
I still feel weak, I can tell. The drink from yesterday —oh, that wolf-ale — is still pestering with my head, forcing my vision to go blur for a second.
In front of me, I see Andrew. I know he's not there,I don't believe it, but he's there, and he's sitting still on the arm chair. There wasn't an arm chair there yesterday, there's no possibility it's now there, so that confirms it with a validity of red stamp that I am still not getting myself together.
"Why you brain of mine have to punish me with him?" I put out my hands towards him as a dramatic expression. In my eyes, he's sitting with his elbows on his thigh s
