Chapter 140 Water
- Water
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- My throat feels dry as Sahara as I peek open my eyes, struggling to spot anything in the darkness. I fumble for the water glass on the bedside table with no success. Where the hell am I? Flickering on the lamp, I wince at the light. Oh. ‘Not a hotel’. I reach for the glass, half dazed, but my hand misses the mark, knocking it over. I groan as water cascades onto the floor.