CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN
It was the sun burning on my face that woke me up. I squinted, groaning and judging from how my head hurt like hell, I had drunk way past my limit. That was it. I was taking a break from drinking and any type of drugs that was for sure. I managed to pull myself up, my head sandwiched between my palms. Dammit! Why did I let myself drink that much? Right.
Ares.
And George.
Wait, how did I get home? To answer my question, Lizzy walked in the room and it was hard to miss the bounce in her gait and the much livelier look in her eyes.
“Oh, you are awake. I was about to call the cops because I really thought you were dead,” she sat down on the edge of the bed, handing me Advil and a glass of water.
After I had taken them, I closed my eyes wishing the he
