A sharp nudge at her shoulder dragged Chloe out of a heavy, alcohol-stained sleep.

"Sugar" Valerius's voice broke through the fog in her skull, deep and annoyingly clear. "Wake up."

Her head throbbed like a drum. She groaned and rolled over, burying her face in the cool stone of the mountain ledge. "Don't call me that right now. I'm dying."

"You're not dying," he said, amusement curling at the edge of his words. "You're hungover. And you're about to miss what you dragged me up here ...