Chapter 135
Grace
Did I get hit by a truck? Why is my head hurting so hard? My throat is so dry that I need water. Opening my eyelids I found myself in my room, on my bed. I was still in the clothes from yesterday and reeked of booze.
I massaged my head and scalp to get rid of the throbbing pain. “Ah, my head!”
Suddenly a glass filled with green liquid came into my sight. Looking up I saw Damon holding it with the signature pissed-off look plastered on his face.
Passing him a sly smile I said, “Good morning,”
“Chug it down, the same way you chugged down the vast amount of liquor last night,” He said in his deep icy tone, his hand still holding the glass in front of my face.
I gave him a sheepish smile and took the glass from him, “Thank you,” I answered and sipped on the drink.
