Chapter 24 I felt hung over. Okay, I felt what I imagined a hangover would be like. My head throbbed, my stomach roiled, and even the smallest movements made the room spin. And I was covered in Noah’s ashes, which was starting to creep me out. I tried to stand, but my body was too weak. So I dragged myself out of the pile, the glass crushing beneath me, cutting into my legs as I moved. “That was scary,” Mr. Charles said, putting his arms beneath me and gently lifting me out of the debris. I nodded. I couldn’t stand, couldn’t speak, couldn’t get away. “Your body needs to recuperate, and you need a hemoshake.” He sat me in a kitchen chair and opened the fridge. “If you promise to cooperate, I’ll give you this.” I nodded. I had no choice. I had to do whatever I could to regain my strength. He handed me the canned drink, I popped it open and pretended to take a big swallow. I wanted him to think I was cooperating. I was buying time—for what, I had no idea. “Were you feeding Noah?
