The guards threw Evander onto the sidewalk without a second thought. He was blackout drunk, barely conscious. Still, he managed to groan and complain as his body hit the pavement hard.
"That damn bartender. He set me up," he cursed, trying to push himself up.
It was a futile effort. He was too intoxicated and immediately fell back, sprawling flat on his back. His head hit the asphalt, and he winced in pain.
Evander opened his eyes to the sight of the night sky spinning above him. The stars seemed to be chasing each other, gathering in an endless swirl at the center. He couldn't get up. He squeezed his eyes shut against the overwhelming dizziness that churned his stomach and made him feel sick. But he couldn't throw up, which only intensified the nausea and disorientation.
Then, Evander
