Chapter 54

SIENNA

I woke up to hell pounding between my temples.

My mouth felt like cotton. My stomach roiled every time I moved. And my entire body ached in places I didn’t remember using last night.

How do people do this on purpose?

I groaned, pressing the heel of my palm into my forehead. The room swam in slow, nauseating circles.

Alcoholics must hate themselves.

Rex must feel like shit every damn day.