Chapter 82

• Heather
• "Dunstan, wake up!" I shook Dunstan gently. His breath reeked of alcohol, making me cringe as I desperately tried to rouse him. Even though the only source of light in the room was the bedside lamp, I could notice his expression—very clouded and disoriented. Although I knew Dunstan's long tolerance of alcohol, this time it seemed different. "Dunstan, please. We need to leave!" I continued to shake him, and the anxiety building in my system made my heart pound violently inside my chest. He only stirred slightly, mumbling incoherently but still dead to the world.
• "The human won't wake up, even if you pour a bucket of cold water on him."