XARION'S POV
I don't respond, and the silence between us stretches uncomfortably.
After a moment, I ask, "How did I even end up here?"
Andrew raises an eyebrow. "You mean besides the whole 'collapsing’ thing?"
"Yeah, besides that."
He leans back against the chair, crossing his arms again. "I got a call from one of the guards. Said you got into a fight at some dive bar on the east side. By the time I got there, you were already being loaded into an ambulance."
“Great."
"Yeah, great," he echoes sarcastically. "You beat the crap out of three guys, trashed half the bar, and then collapsed. The guards thought you were having a heart attack or something."
"I wasn't," I mutter.
"No kidding. The doctors said it was a combination of exhaustion, stress, and alcohol. Oh, and dehydration. App
