Chapter 89

• —Kate—
• I had the headache of my life. Every time light met my eyes a sharp pain slashed through my brain. Holding my temple, I stumbled out of the bedroom. Damian was already gone, I guessed for his morning swim because it was already ten.
• When I stepped into the kitchen, Ellie was hunched over the table, looking like a zombie. She barely glanced up and gave me a weak smile. I tried to return the gesture but only managed a grimace. Tristan’s mouth pulled into his twisted grin.