LORD REVANDREL
I woke with a skull-splitting headache like the seven drummers of Lucifer himself were rehearsing a new war anthem in my brain. The cursed light pouring through the window did not help.
“Close those damn curtains,” I groaned, shielding my eyes.
“He is awake!” Jesse’s voice rang with relief.
“Thank the gods,” Alaric murmured.
There was a scramble, then blessed darkness fell as the curtains were drawn. Only then did I risk opening my eyes.
Alaric was slouched on the cushion nearby, his hair the chaotic mess of a bird’s nest. Jesse moved from the window back to the hearth, brewing something. Likely for me.
“What in the hell happened? Why are you two here?” I glanced between them, brow furrowed. “Please tell me we did not have some kind of drunken orgy in my sacred chambe
