Chapter Seventy-Seven. Bad Decisions.
Hannah’s Point of View.
Oh, good God, why?
Why did I forget that Uncle Zander is here and told Del that he would be, and I quote, ‘pleased to lend a helping hand with training, whilst he was here’? I know what that is code for. You got pissed as a fart, and to remind you of your bad decisions, you will get beasted on the training ground.
My head is pounding, my stomach churning, I wouldn’t say I like the light, and my mate is busy telling me that I need to lead by example, as he pulls the covers off my head, and I groan in protest.
Fuck. I do believe that Del has spent far too much time with the men in my family. My Delicious mate would have let me lie in and nurse the hangover from hell. My Del was kind, like that. That was until Uncle Zande
