Chapter 294: Haunt Me

If you like music while you read, try "Hell or High Water" by The Rescues.

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The pounding in my skull woke me. I lifted my head and opened my eyes, immediately grunting and covering my eyes as the morning sunlight pouring through the windows stabbed holes in my retinas.

Still covering my eyes, I laid back—and quickly realized I was in my favorite chair. The sour smell of stale alcohol hung over me like a cloud. I vaguely remembered spilling rum on myself at some point in the evening, and I had a terrible feeling that the rug under my chair was going to need cleaning because if I looked over the arm I'd find a bottle tipped on its side where it had slipped out of my fingers sometime in the small hours of the morning.

I'd fallen asleep in my chair and now I was hungover.