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As I cling to Zane on the ride back, a chill runs down my spine that has nothing to do with the wind. They have no idea what Noah is capable of. His shadow looms over everything, a ticking time bomb waiting to explode. If I were smarter, I’d cut and run now. But as Zane’s warmth seeps into me, I realize I’m in too deep. I just hope I haven’t signed their death warrants along with my own.
Not only that, but I’m not sure Zane will forgive me now. He just gave me the chance to come clean, and I didn’t take it.
36
DASH
Mistakes were definitely made.
I think.
Honestly, I have no idea what happened last night, but I bet it was epic, and I will want to do it again.
Stretching my hands over my head, I yawn, cracking my jaw. The dull ache in my muscles tells me it was a wild night, but the specifics are a blur. It’s then I hear the sink running in my bathroom.
“Q,” I call, rolling to the side of the bed and off because my legs have decided that they aren’t going to work today. “My mouth feels like I ate a bag of pennies.”
“Or a bag of dicks,” a voice calls from the bathroom.
I roll over, trying to figure out who the hell is in the bathroom. With blankets wrapped around my torso, I blink up at the large form hovering over me. “Logan.”
I frown. Why the hell is Logan in my bedroom?
“Morning.” He wags his brows while brushing his teeth. Not only that, but not a speck of toothpaste is out of place. He’s a magician. I usually have toothpaste all over my face. Still, what the hell is he doing in my house, let alone my room?
“Did we…” I trail off when he begins to chuckle and crouches beside me. “I’m not into tea bagging, bro,” I remark, eyeing him suspiciously.
“Noted.” He laughs, tugging my blankets from around my hips. “There.”
“Why are you here?” I ask carefully as I sit up. Nope, bad idea. My head is swimming, like full-on nose-dive into the deep end of the pool. The whomp-whomp of my heart pulses in my ears, and I damn near box my own ears to curb it.
“Pretty sure that answer is self-explanatory,” Logan says, offering me a hand up, which I gratefully take because I’m dizzy as fuck. As I crash back to the bed, I hang my head. “Never drinking again…until next Friday.”
Logan chuckles. “That’s what you said last night.” He disappears back into the bathroom, leaving me to wallow in my misery.
I groan, pressing my palms against my eyes. The room is spinning, and I’m pretty sure if I move, I’ll vomit all over my sheets. Not a pleasant thought. I want to invite Aria to my bed, not scare her away from it.
“Here.” Logan reappears, holding out a glass of water and what looks like a couple of aspirin. “This should help.”
I take the offered items, noting how comfortable he is in my space, and down the pills and chug the water. It’s cool and refreshing, and for a moment, I feel marginally better, until I gag and have to put all of my focus onto keeping the water down.
“Thanks,” I mutter, setting the glass on the nightstand. “So, uh, what exactly happened last night?”
Logan shrugs, wearing a smirk on his lips. “You got drunk, made a fool of yourself, and I had to drag your sorry ass home.”
I wince, my thoughts instantly rerouted to what mischief I could have gotten up to last night. “Did I do anything particularly stupid?”
“You mean aside from trying to climb the DJ booth and declaring yourself the king of the dance floor?”
I groan again, burying my face in my hands. “Please tell me I didn’t.”
Logan’s grin widens as he nods. “Oh, you did, and then some. You tried to start a conga line, but no one would join you, so you decided to do a solo conga, weaving through the crowd and knocking over a few drinks in the process.”
I let out a long, pained moan. “I’m never going to be able to show my face at that club again.” Which totally sucks, because?—
“Probably not,” Logan agrees cheerfully. “But wait, there’s more. After your failed conga attempt, you spotted Aria across the room.”
My head snaps up, my eyes wide with horror. “No. Please tell me I didn’t…”
