Chapter 14
- Eamon's pov
- The room was spinning, and my senses were dulled by the alcohol coursing through my veins. The thumping music, the laughter, the swirling lights - it all seemed like a blurry haze. The girl on my lap was whispering something in my ear, her words a distant murmur. None of it mattered.
- Then, a voice, a cry, cut through the fog. "Eamon!"