Mind you, I’ve only been drunk once. At most, like anyone who drank wine on occasion, I’d experienced a light buzz. But this was insane.Every inch of my skull throbbed. Especially when my head moved forward.“Don’t move,” a voice whispered.I squirmed slightly and then winced when my shoulder protested. I was lying in the backseat of a car. A rental, if my nose was correct.Rentals should always have that lovely clean car smell. Until I’d rented that SUV with Thorn in Atlantic City, I’d yet to meet a rental car I didn’t adore. But that wasn’t what I should be focusing on right now. How the hell had I gone from the middle of a life-and-death situation to feeling like utter bottom-of-the-pan-burnt-on-couldn’t-be-scraped-off crap?“What time is it?” Even my voice sounded jacked-up. It had that kind-of-gravelly sound of a person who had a sore throat. My fingers brushed against my face. Even that action made the world flip upside down, and I wanted to purge my already empty stomach.From the front seat, Nick said, “It’s about two.
