Chapter 127

Scarlett The first thing I felt was the pounding in my skull. A throb that was low and steady and made me groan and bury my face in the pillow. My temples were very sore, and my throat was dry. I could still taste the alcohol I drank last night still lingers on my tongue. Damn, Kathleen didn’t let me leave until I drank and bottomed up the alcohol that even Lucien had intervened. Now because of it, he was even more drunk—though even if he didn’t pass out and was still on his legs, almost looking like he was still sober, his expression was incoherent and had become slow. Damn, alcohol is one of the roots of evil. I lifted a hand to massage my temple, hissing softly when the sunlight passed the curtains and it happened to strike my eyes. “Ugh…” My voice came out hoarse and my lips were dry. I was caught by the waist before I could stir, and an arm fastened round, and pushed me against a rough chest. A familiar chest and a familiar warmth. I felt a low hum vibrating on my neck causing the