Evelyn
The morning light cut across the room like a blade, slicing through the fragile darkness I clung to. My skull throbbed in time with my heartbeat, a low, persistent pounding that made me groan into my pillow. Everything was too loud, too bright, and the taste of stale liquor clung to the back of my throat.
What had I even said last night? I could barely remember how I got home.
Only fragments remained from the prior evening. As my aching head tried to recall the previous hours, all I could muster was a flash of cold brick at my back, rough hands, and fear. And then a growl, low and familiar. After that… nothing.
I thought I saw my brother... But that doesn't make any sense.
I sat up slowly, cradling my aching head in my hands. I should never have gone to that tavern. I should
