Everest’s P.O.V
At first, I thought it was a headache from the beer I’ve been drinking. But then it got worse. This is not a hangover, that much is clear.
It’s a shooting pain right above both of my ears, hurting like hell. The glass shatters beneath my fingers and causes blood to pour through my hand, but I don’t pay any mind. The throbbing in my brain is ten times worse.
I mutter under my breath and clutch at my head, trying to somehow repress the pain, but nothing happens. Finally, it starts to numb enough for me to notice the ringing phone.
Stumbling to the table, I grab my mobile and pull it up to my ear.
“Yes?” I grumble, groaning at the newfound ache in my brain.
“Everest? Please tell me you didn’t take her again? After everything we talked about?” Gabe’s frantic voice gushes
