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and figuratively). “This guy has a reputation for killing his opponents. During the fight. With his bare hands,” she added for emphasis.
Lynn was so shocked she almost swerved off the road. “Are you serious?”
“I’m not drunk enough to make this up.”
“Oh, honey,” Lynn said, smiling despite everything. “You’re drunk enough to spot pink elephants right now.”
Alyssa grunted. “Perhaps,” she conceded begrudgingly. “Anyway. Xavier’s gonna get himself killed for me. That’s why I got drunk.”
Lynn didn’t say anything, probably deeming it wiser to wait until Alyssa was sober to pick up the conversation. Alyssa could not fault her for that; she hardly knew her own name at the moment, but somewhere through the fog in her mind, she did realize just how wasted she was.
She leaned her forehead against the cool window and watched as the streets of Pinebrook sped by. By the time they reached Lynn’s house, Alyssa had puked in her friend’s car.
CHAPTER SEVEN
When she awoke the next morning, it took Alyssa a very long time to get her bearings back. Her head was pounding horribly, in a way that she felt like it had never pounded before in her whole life. Her throat felt like sandpaper, and there was a godawful taste in her mouth. She felt both nauseous and famished at the same time. When she looked around, she discovered that she wasn’t at all in her own home.
As soon as she recognized Lynn’s living room, everything came rushing back. A wave of embarrassment and shame washed over her. She instantly berated herself. How could she be so stupid? Now that things were spiraling out of hand, she should have been the strong one, the one with the level head. She needed to keep her wits about her in order to deal with everything that was going on and, hopefully, to change Xavier’s mind about fighting with that butcher. Once again, she shivered at the thought of him at the mercy of a man who enjoyed killing.
She sat up gingerly. She was on Lynn’s couch with an afghan draped over her. Alyssa groaned. She couldn’t even begin to imagine what Lynn must think of her. She swung her legs over the edge of the cushions and stood carefully, relieved when she discovered that her head wasn’t spinning.
She located her purse and made her way cautiously to the downstairs bathroom, insanely glad that she always carried a travel kit with a toothbrush and toothpaste with her just in case. She did her best to give herself a somewhat human appearance, and eventually resigned herself to the idea that the dark circles under her eyes and the paleness of her skin were there to stay for the day.
By the time she emerged again, she could smell coffee in the air, and she could hear Lynn moving about the kitchen. Alyssa took a deep breath and prepared to give the apology of her life.
Lynn was busy getting out the bread, eggs, and bacon to fix breakfast when Alyssa walked in. She was in her robe and her golden blond hair was still damp from the shower she must have taken recently.
She turned around and gave Alyssa a bright smile. “Good morning,” she greeted cheerfully. “I wouldn’t have expected you to be up already.”
Alyssa glanced at the clock on the kitchen’s wall and discovered that it was five past eight in the morning. “I guess my subconscious knew I shouldn’t overstay my welcome.”
“Oh, nonsense,” Lynn said. “Take a seat; breakfast will be ready soon.”
“You don’t have to do that.”
“It’s no trouble, really. I don’t mind the company.”
Alyssa smiled gratefully. “Can I at least serve the coffee?” she asked, noticing that the pot was ready.
“Sure. Mugs are in that cupboard over there. Sugar’s in the pantry, and milk is in the fridge.”
Alyssa nodded and set out on her caffeine mission. She was grateful to have something to do that would allow her to avoid Lynn’s gaze as
Lynn was so shocked she almost swerved off the road. “Are you serious?”
“I’m not drunk enough to make this up.”
“Oh, honey,” Lynn said, smiling despite everything. “You’re drunk enough to spot pink elephants right now.”
Alyssa grunted. “Perhaps,” she conceded begrudgingly. “Anyway. Xavier’s gonna get himself killed for me. That’s why I got drunk.”
Lynn didn’t say anything, probably deeming it wiser to wait until Alyssa was sober to pick up the conversation. Alyssa could not fault her for that; she hardly knew her own name at the moment, but somewhere through the fog in her mind, she did realize just how wasted she was.
She leaned her forehead against the cool window and watched as the streets of Pinebrook sped by. By the time they reached Lynn’s house, Alyssa had puked in her friend’s car.
CHAPTER SEVEN
When she awoke the next morning, it took Alyssa a very long time to get her bearings back. Her head was pounding horribly, in a way that she felt like it had never pounded before in her whole life. Her throat felt like sandpaper, and there was a godawful taste in her mouth. She felt both nauseous and famished at the same time. When she looked around, she discovered that she wasn’t at all in her own home.
As soon as she recognized Lynn’s living room, everything came rushing back. A wave of embarrassment and shame washed over her. She instantly berated herself. How could she be so stupid? Now that things were spiraling out of hand, she should have been the strong one, the one with the level head. She needed to keep her wits about her in order to deal with everything that was going on and, hopefully, to change Xavier’s mind about fighting with that butcher. Once again, she shivered at the thought of him at the mercy of a man who enjoyed killing.
She sat up gingerly. She was on Lynn’s couch with an afghan draped over her. Alyssa groaned. She couldn’t even begin to imagine what Lynn must think of her. She swung her legs over the edge of the cushions and stood carefully, relieved when she discovered that her head wasn’t spinning.
She located her purse and made her way cautiously to the downstairs bathroom, insanely glad that she always carried a travel kit with a toothbrush and toothpaste with her just in case. She did her best to give herself a somewhat human appearance, and eventually resigned herself to the idea that the dark circles under her eyes and the paleness of her skin were there to stay for the day.
By the time she emerged again, she could smell coffee in the air, and she could hear Lynn moving about the kitchen. Alyssa took a deep breath and prepared to give the apology of her life.
Lynn was busy getting out the bread, eggs, and bacon to fix breakfast when Alyssa walked in. She was in her robe and her golden blond hair was still damp from the shower she must have taken recently.
She turned around and gave Alyssa a bright smile. “Good morning,” she greeted cheerfully. “I wouldn’t have expected you to be up already.”
Alyssa glanced at the clock on the kitchen’s wall and discovered that it was five past eight in the morning. “I guess my subconscious knew I shouldn’t overstay my welcome.”
“Oh, nonsense,” Lynn said. “Take a seat; breakfast will be ready soon.”
“You don’t have to do that.”
“It’s no trouble, really. I don’t mind the company.”
Alyssa smiled gratefully. “Can I at least serve the coffee?” she asked, noticing that the pot was ready.
“Sure. Mugs are in that cupboard over there. Sugar’s in the pantry, and milk is in the fridge.”
Alyssa nodded and set out on her caffeine mission. She was grateful to have something to do that would allow her to avoid Lynn’s gaze as
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