Wren
The first thing I felt was pain.
A sharp, dull, pounding kind of pain that seemed to throb behind my eyes with every heartbeat. My mouth was dry. My tongue felt like sandpaper. And my head? My head was one bad memory away from exploding.
I groaned into my pillow.
Where was I?
It took a second, maybe two, before I realized I was in my bed. My room. Tucked under the covers like someone had actually tucked me in. The last thing I remember was...
Wait.
I sat up slowly, regretting the motion instantly as the world tilted sideways.
Flashes of last night came at me like little jump-scares:
Me, on the couch, with wine. Me, telling Damon my entire tragic backstory. Me, passing out in the middle of a conversation.
“Oh my God,” I muttered, burying my face in my hands.
I’d talked too m
