Chapter 75

• Fabian groaned as the early morning light pierced through the curtains. The man clutched his head that seemed to be throbbing with pain. Even with his eyes closed, he struggled to sit up and leaned against the headboard of the bed.
• "Damn, hangover!" he cursed softly.
• Using his left hand, Fabian massaged his aching temple. He hadn't drunk that much last night, but his clever friends had mixed different types of alcohol. That was probably why his head hurt so badly now. It was Dan's idea. "Damn that man to hell."