-Elijah-
“Time to get up!” I was sleeping deeply when cold water suddenly splashed across my face, jolting me awake. I sat up, sputtering and spitting water from my mouth, frantically rubbing my eyes as I searched for the source of the surprise.
“Dammit, Ryan!” I sneered, glaring at my uncle as he walked over to place the cup down on his desk.
I had fallen asleep on one of the couches after drowning my sorrows in alcohol, trying to escape the lingering presence in my mind.
I shot a glare at my uncle, who leaned back against his desk, arms crossed, wearing the familiar look of disappointment that warned me I was in for one of his I’m not angry, just disappointed speeches.
“What?” I snapped.
“Why are you here and not with your mate?” he asked. “Blackout drunk on one of my couches does
