#Chapter 92: Make her stay

Nolan splashed his face with cold water and looked at himself in the mirror.

The hangover had him groggy, and his reflection was blurry.

His skin was pale and greasy. He could even smell the sour smell of alcohol sweating out of his skin.

Wake up, he told himself, rubbing his eyes to get them to focus. They were puffy, with dark purple circles underneath.

Nolan gave himself a hard slap across the face, to force himself to his senses.

It helped sober him up.

A fast, hot shower helped a little, too.

He needed a shave but didn’t have time to call for an attendant come and do a proper job of it for him.

Going a little too fast with the straight razor, he wound up nicking himself right in the center of his throat. It bled more than he expected and took a while to stop.

And now he was definitely late for whatever appointment was waiting for him.

He looked down at the white towels he’d used to soak up all the bright red blood. And started thinking about Yena.

His own blood smelle