DARIUS POV

Darius fluttered his eyes open, his hands flying to his brow in anticipation of a pounding headache, but he felt nothing.

Sitting upright with all the strength he could muster, he looked around his room, his vision still a little foggy.

Why wasn't he suffering from a hangover, as he had expected?

The last thing he remembered was speaking to Eve’s ghost, seeing Brielle, and drinking himself to tears and sleep.

Then also… his mirror.

He'd punched away at it in rage. Angrily ...