Chapter 29
- TOMÁS
- My first waking breath tasted like last night’s whiskey. I stank of chlorine, sweat, and…was that pepperoni? “Oh, fuck,” I grumbled, covering my eyes with my hand.
- The drunken night I’d tried to avoid had happened, and spectacularly, if the conditions of my aching body and head were any indication. Hell, it felt like it was still happening in my head.