NOAH’S POV
The first thing I felt wasn’t the warmth of the sun slipping through the blinds, it was pain. A throbbing, full-blown war in my skull.
"Ugh," I groaned, clutching my head. It felt like someone had dropped a goddamn stereo speaker on it during the night. I couldn’t move right away. I just lay there, breathing in the sharp scent of clean linen and something else—cool and earthy, like the aftermath of snow.
Wait… where the hell am I?
The events of last night were fogged out like an overexposed film reel. All I remembered was Professor Rex handing me a glass of wine, with that smug, dangerous glint in his eye.
Okay. I think I understand why the throbbing headache. I must have gotten drunk.
Oh God.
Did I tell him anything? That can't be
I pushed myself off the bed, nearly tri
