Fuck. I was fucked. Like, seriously fucked.
Oh well.
I’d had a good life.
No, that was a lie.
My life to date had mostlybeen awful.
Abusive father…abused mother…life as an abused nepo mage sucked big time.
And I had a soul-bonded mate I couldn’t be with.
A mate so beautiful and perfect and powerful and…fuck my life, she probably fucking hated me.
“Cut him off, Jarod,” the male grunted. “He’s had enough.”
The barkeep muttered something unintelligible under his breath and then went to throw a few more logs on the fire.
“I haveshn’t…had…eshnuff,” I grumbled. At least I think I did. The connection between my mouth and my brain appeared to have gone offline. Maybe I needed to reboot it.
Or sleep.
Yeah, sleep sounded way better.
I’d sleep here, where it was warm and dry.
My eyes closed while I let my thoughts drift off into a fantasy where I had teleportation magic and could blink anywhere I liked.
A beach in Thailand would be so much better than this shitty inn.
The idea of relaxing in the scorching sun while being pampered by hot females was appealing.
Except, in my heart, I didn’t want any other female.
Just a small witch with a sassy mouth and unreliable magic.
The world tilted sideways as I slid off my stool, too drunk to save myself. But before I hit the stone floor and killed a few more brain cells, the hulking male at my side caught me.
“Fucking stupid drunk mage,” he grumbled under his breath.
“I’m shnot a mage,” I slurred.
“No, you’re an idiot,” he replied before Iblacked out.
Sunlight seared my brain when I cracked open my eyes. Oh my goddess, how much did I drink last night? I tried to sit up, but hideous waves of nausea made it impossible. Fuck my life. Hangovers from fae wine were the absolute worst. I’d rather take a one-way trip to the demon realm than endure a fae wine hangover.
Fucking fae assholes. Surely they could make wine that didn’t cause a fucking hangover!
Swallowing down the vomit that threatened to explode from my heaving stomach, I attempted once again to sit up.
The smell of fried food tickled my nose, reminding me I hadn’t eaten in…how long? Fuck, I wasn’t entirely sure. The boat trip here had been horrific, and by the time I’d hurled my guts up fifty million times, food was the last thing on my mind.
No wonder the wine had hit me so damn hard.
There needed to be a law against drinking fae wine on an empty stomach.
I’d suggest that to my father the next time we talked.
