CHAINS IN DAYLIGHT
~TATE’S POV~
The morning sun spilled through the curtains, pale gold streaks shredding across the room. It should have felt warm, safe. Instead, the light only made the pounding in my head sharper, merciless.
Each beat of my heart was a hammer against my skull. I groaned and pressed my palms to my temples, but the pain throbbed through anyway.
I tried to sit up, only to collapse back onto the mattress, breath hissing through my teeth.
“Ah, the wonders of alcohol,” a voice drawled from the doorway.
I turned my head and found Daxon leaning there, casual as ever, a bottle of water in one hand and two small pills resting in the other.
He approached, slow and steady, his movements graceful in a way that almost mocked the mess I was in.
“Here you go, sweetheart. This
