The first thing Aria became aware of was the pounding in her head. Not a normal headache. No. This one felt like her skull was being used as the platform for a Goldsmith, where he hammered his gold into shape.
Her head felt hot and pounding.
Her eyelids felt heavy, like they were glued shut. Her mouth tasted like she’d chewed sand and cheap vodka together. Her throat was dry, her body was hot, and her stomach… her stomach felt like betrayal.
She groaned.
A soft groan answered her.
That was the exact moment she froze...her body went stiff, eyes snapping open.
Damian.
Damian.
Damian.
Damian was right next to her.
She shut her eyes back, tight. Hoping that when she opened them again it would be a dream. Unfortunately for her, things don't always go her way.
She rolled her eyes slow
