Jasper leads me further into the mansion and plops me down on some gaudy-looking sofa in the living room, the cushions harder than a slab of concrete as I bury my face into them. Did I seriously almost pass out like some weak b*tch at a tea party? What the hell is wrong with me?

Jasper collapses down in the chair beside me with a heavy sigh. “Care to tell me what the hell is going on, Saz?”

“I fucked up, man,” I mumble into the cushions. “I fucked up big ...