9
The following morning, Samantha woke up with a killer hangover in an empty bed. She ran a hand down Melissa’s side, familiarising herself with her new reality. Her marriage was over.
With a ringing head, she reached for the bottle of painkillers in her nightstand and threw one back. That would stop the pinching, but there was no medicine that could erase the pain in her heart. Even whisky could only temporarily help her forget.
She swung her legs out of the bed, readying herself for the day. She promised to accompany Lilith to the cobbler to find out more about Tomas and Ian, the missing members of the Fatuus clan.
Before she was able to appear in public, she needed a shower though. She could smell the sweat on herself and her mouth was dry from all the whisky.
“Blah,” she smacked,
