Chapter Nine

I’ve never been hit in the head with a sledgehammer before, but I’d venture to guess the hangover I had was somewhere in the realm of the same amount of pain. Every time I tried to open my eyes, my eyelids snapped shut, blocking out the intense brightness of the sunlight filtering through the blinds. I rolled onto my side and fell right out of bed—not my bed. What the what?

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