Chapter 224
- ETHAN
- I woke up on the cold, wine-stained floor of my private cellar, the sting of dried liquor crusting the side of my face. My body ached in places I didn’t even know could ache.
- My mouth tasted like rotten eggs dipped in ash, and my temples pounded like a war drum. A bottle of vintage Malbec had tipped and leaked, soaking through the side of my shirt.