Ethan's POV I woke up with my brain cells throbbing at the back of my head. Rubbing the side that hurt the most, I tried to recall the events that happened last night. I reached for the glass on the table beside my bed, and the way my fist burnt, made me remember that I had an injury. The clear liquid wasn't water at all, and whatever it was, it surely had the capacity to bring a man's sanity back. Wait. I get it now—I was wasted last night.

I sighed and slightly rubbed my temples, switching ...