VIDA’S POV
I felt like death warmed up. The alcohol that I drank with Enya was more potent than it seemed. When I was drinking it, I didn’t feel much from it, but then it hit me like a Mack truck.
I remembered everything that had happened with Enya, and I was really embarrassed. It seems the bond is stronger when I lose my inhibitions to alcohol. I don’t really regret it, but I am still embarrassed and also concerned about what the others will think if they find out.
Enya portalled us to the front of the house, and I nearly threw up; that was not something you should do with a hangover.
I didn’t say a word to Enya. Instead, I just made my way towards the front door. I could sense she was right behind me. I let myself in and made my way straight up to my room after mumbling about needin
