Chapter 36

• Fabian opened his eyes to the sight of a wine bottle on his side table. He blinked and brought a hand to rub at his temple, trying to clear the fog from his head.
• What happened? he wondered as he forced himself up to a sitting position. He glanced at the wine bottle again and picked it up frowning - it was empty. And so were the two wine glasses, one which lay neatly on the table and the other, abandoned on the rug.
• Strange, he had never fallen asleep after drinking before. He rubbed at his temple again, trying to remember what had happened only to realize that Amber was lying very still next to him. He turned to look at her - she was curled up in a fetal position with both hands tucked under her chin. Her flaming red curls were sprawled out in a disarray, some falling over her shoulders, others covering her face.