Seraphine's POV,
I didn't know how long I had been resting.
Or sleeping.bOr—judging by the state of my mouth—snoring like a drunkard who had lost a bar fight. My saliva was gone. Entirely. Vanished. My throat felt like it had been personally insulted by a desert. When I tried to swallow, my voice came out sounding like a frog that had smoked for a hundred years.
I cracked one eye open. Regretted it immediately. My eyelids felt like they were made of lead. My body felt like I had been run over by a massive train. Not the polite kind. The kind that reverses just to be sure.
And yet—I felt… rested?
Which was confusing. Very confusing.
Wait. Was this a hangover? Did I overdo it? Did I drink? I didn't remember drinking. Did I black out? Did someone let me drink? Because if someone let me drink, I would like names. My brain fizzed unpleasantly, thoughts drifting like bubbles that popped before I could catch them.
