'Ronan...'
Ronan woke up with a start in the middle of the night. He heard someone calling for him. The voice sounded so desperate. So sad.
Ronan swallowed hard and furrowed his brows.
'Who?' he asked using his Mind Link.
There was no answer at all.
Eventually, exhaustion and wine kicked in. Ronan fell asleep again within minutes.
The next time Ronan woke up was when a bunch of ants decided to feast on his brain.
Or that was what it felt like after a night of heavy drinking.
His groans were muffled by the pillow as he strived to remember where he was and what he did last.
...
Yes, what was it exactly that he had been doing? Why did he get so wasted?
Once he was able to open his eyes, he tried to move his limbs. Any limb.
His arm swept over the bedsheet.
Oh. He was at least lying on a bed. Good job.
