CHAPTER 9
Taken Flight At Dawn
Damien
The world felt blurry and dim as I stirred slowly. I winced as a dull pounding filled my head, the hangover from the night before hitting me raw and hard.
My throat was dry, my body heavy, and my thoughts clouded by an uncomfortable mix of grogginess and unease.
Something was missing, though I couldn’t put my finger on it. It gnawed at the edges of my mind, a faint echo of something important. What was it?
I eased up from my lying position slowly, and I squinted, trying to adjust my eyes to the light in the room.
My memories were fragmented, and all I could remember were bits and pieces.
A flash of Lily’s face. Elena’s voice. And then... nothing.
What had I been up to last night? I shook my head, forcing myself to my feet. I nearly stumbled
