Chapter 115 Burden

[Draven's POV]

The light on my face burned, dragging my mind up out of the murk. The whole room stank of stale, sour wine, and the smell stung my nose.

I rolled over in disgust, away from the sun, and buried my face in the soft couch.

At least the couch held me gently. At least it wouldn't leave....

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