One hundred and thirty-one

**Genevieve’s POV**

Waking up the next morning my head was pounding to its own beat. My hand going instantly to my head trying to lessen its throb. Draven and Torin were both in bed asleep still. Crawling over Draven I walk into the bathroom drinking thirstily from the tap. Gulping down the water running into my mouth. My mouth felt dry and I felt so dehydrated. Hearing someone clear their throat