Sage POV
My head was throbbing and the light was piercing my skull. I put a cautious hand to the back of my head as I slowly sat upright, my eyes staring wildly around the bedroom. The first thing I noticed right away, was that it wasn't my bedroom, which caused me to panic. The last thing I could remember was going to the pub and feeling reckless, angry at Wilson for basically offering me up to Chase Callahan on a plate like some damn sacrificial lamb. Even now, bitterness consumed me as I looked down, noticing with some relief that I was still dressed in the same clothes and not undressed. Perhaps I had simply slept, I thought to myself hopefully, even as I winced and climbed slowly to my feet. I was unsteady, making my way awkwardly to the bathroom that adjoined the bedroom. Wherever I
