August
As August leaned over the sink his head was swimming. Morana came up behind him, as silent as a cat, and handed him some paper towels. “Here you are, August, love.” Morana turned his face toward her and patted gently at the dripping water. “Are you feeling any better?”
August shook his head, watching his reflection sway in the mirror. He wasn’t sure if he was actually moving or if his mind was playing tricks on his eyes. He was more than certain he hadn’t had that much to drink. He had, in fact, never been a big drinker and tried to stay away from it for the most part. Was he coming down with something?
He caught Morana’s dark gaze as the woman cooed and soothed his burning skin with the water. Her image faded and reappeared in front of August’s eyes, then faded and reappeared ag
