48 DRUNK TO A STUPOR

AIDEN

"What the hell?" These were the first words that escaped my mouth on seeing the state of Persy's room. Her door had not been locked, so I had entered here freely, without knocking or any need to use my master card. What if it were someone else?

She was sprawled on the floor, mumbling incoherent words to herself, whilst pillows, bags and even a broken bottle lay on the floor, all around her. There was liquid on the tiles as well, and I knew it was ...