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Pilar woke up the next morning with a killer headache, feeling like she spent the night eating cotton balls. She tried to pry her eyes open, but it hurt too much.
“Oh, God,” she groaned.
“Take this,” a male voice said, right next to her.
Pilar screamed and yanked her eyes open. She couldn’t place the voice and when she looked around, she couldn’t place where she was.
“It’s me, Pilar. It’s Dex. You’re at Slade’s house. Howler is outside the door, whimpering to get to you. You’re safe.”
Her reality came slamming back to her in a flash. Juan, dead. Carlos, free. Jack, liar.
She groaned again.
“Pilar. Ibuprofen. It’ll help the headache,” Dex said, drawing her attention again.
She sucked in a breath and closed her eyes. She held out her hand for Dex to set the pills in. She popped t
