Ash woke up with a pounding headache. For a second, he couldn’t quite remember what had happened. Everything around him was dusty, and he was pretty sure that wasn’t right. There was a warm body underneath him, though, and Porthos was next to him, so dust and a mess didn’t matter so much to him anymore.
Then Porthos groaned and coughed, and Ash remembered. The warm body underneath him wasn’t there because he had some fun last night. It was there because Ash had thrown him to the ground. Awesome. I tackled a cop. How’s that going to go? The pain in his chest and in his arm came from impact. If he had to guess, he’d say he had a head injury.
Crap. Porthos. He blinked until he could more or less see straight and checked on his dog. Porthos was in relatively good shape, as near as he could t
