Havoc
“You look even better in my clothes this morning."
Lame. The words I spoke were so lame. Usually I'm much smoother than this. When I woke up, I'd been disoriented, wondering why I was still in bed with it being so light outside. Then bits and pieces of the night before had come back to me, and then I'd made the mistake of trying to swallow and almost come off the bed. Right now, it feels as if there are shards of glass working their way out of my throat and tonsils. Leaning against the wall, I cross my arms over my t-shirt covered chest, surprised at how warm it is in here.
“Sorry." She ducks her head. “It's cold out there, and I've been helping Ryan salt the porch."
“Renegade?" I'm more confused than ever. How f*****g long was I out for? And why in God's name are they salting th
