CHAPTER 25
TUESDAY WAS HANGOVER day.
“I need a fry up,” I mumbled to Connor.
“No you don’t. That’s just a rumour. You need painkillers, a smoothie, and a lot of water.”
“That all sounds far too healthy. And could you stop shouting?”
He laughed, and the sound ricocheted around my skull like a bowling ball. “I’m not shouting. And trust me, it’s the only thing that helps. I’ve tried everything.”
“But you don’t even drink.”
“Not any more. I used to.” He leaned forward and stroked my hair off my forehead then planted a kiss on it. “Stay there, and I’ll go get you some juice.”
I groaned and rolled over. I felt like I’d gone ten rounds with Muhammad Ali in my sleep, and now a troupe of break-dancers was practising in my head. The constant throbbing made me screw my eyes shut, and at least
