#Chapter 194: Let’s Talk

Almara’s Pov I definitely shouldn’t have had that last shot. I lean over the toilet and vomit nothing but bile. Chills run up my spine. The cold tile of the bathroom floor cuts right into my bones, causing me to shiver. It’s 10:00 am and I’ve been hugging the toilet bowl since seven this morning. I haven’t even seen the downstairs yet. I don’t even know if I want to. “It’s hard being mad at you when I also feel really bad you’re so hungover,” Arthur says leaning against the bathroom door frame. “Ugh,” Is all I manage to reply. I guess I deserve this in some twisted way. “Your parents took Grace on a long hike,” Arthur says. “We told her that mommy went to bed late, so you’re very tired.” “So tired,” I agree even though I know he means it only as a cover-up. “I’m sorry,” I say slumping back onto my butt and bringing my knees to my chest. “I’m just upset you mistook me for Robert,” Arthur says scrunching his nose up in disgust. I laugh and then grimace. Laughing is not good for