Bound by Ink

DARIO

When I woke up the next morning, I was exhausted. My head pounded with a headache so sharp it felt like a punishment, and my body was heavy, as though every muscle remembered last night.

I caught the image of myself in the mirror, my knuckles bruised, the faint ache in my neck a reminder of the fight. Carmine’s face flashed in my mind, bloodied, swollen and for a second, I tried to feel sorr