Nicole
The next morning, I dragged myself downstairs to the kitchen, my head pounding with the worst hangover I'd experienced in years.
I poured myself a glass of water and gulped it down, desperate to ease the dryness in my throat. The memory of last night's confrontation with Damien was still raw in my mind.
I needed to talk to someone who would understand, so I dialed Dodie's number.
The phone rang twice before she answered with a groggy, "Hello..."
"Dodie, what happened last night? I ran into Damien in the bathroom, and he brought me home," I said, massaging my throbbing temple.
There was a strange pause on the other end of the line.
I could hear the unmistakable sound of a bus engine in the background.
"Oh, Alpha Zavier took me away last night," Dodie finally
