Chapter 202

• Kris groaned as he stirred awake, his head pounding with the force of his hangover. The sharp throbbing made him wince, and he blinked his eyes open to find himself sprawled on the floor of his living room.
• Slowly, he got up and stumbled upstairs, each step feeling like it echoed in his skull. Once he reached his bathroom, he opened the cabinet and grabbed a container of painkillers, popping two into his mouth and swallowing them dry.
• He caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror, and the sight wasn’t pretty—dark circles under his eyes, messy hair, and his skin red. Worse was the foul taste in his mouth. His breath was atrocious.