Chapter Eight
Déjà vu. Alec’s beach house. “Why am I here?”
“You were drunk, Glenna.”
“Again? s**t!”
I was remembering faster this time. I touched my head and even the skin stung. “Ouch!”
“Here.”
Following my memory, I thought he’d be handing me Ibuprofen. He gave me an icepack instead. “What happened?” I had the stupidity to ask.
“You were stupid.”
“Again? Really?”
“Yes, again.”
“And how long have I been out?”
“Almost thirty hours. You were pretty exhausted. But I think you’ll be all right.”
“But you’re not sure.”
He smiled. “Yes, I’m very sure. I’ll make sure, even if it’s just so I can bring you back to life and punish your sorry ass.”
“Punish me! You have no right.”
“That’s another thing we’ll see about.”
“Yeah, right.”
I nursed my wounds and pouted.
“Don’t think you
