Catherine stomps her foot on the carpeted floor then faces me with a serious look. My brain immediately shifts into combat mode, thinking, here we go again.
"Can you please tell me again why I slept in your bed? Why the three of us have a slumber party? Why the hell my brain is killing me—” Cat stops to take a breath then she continues, “and why the ‘eff’ I can't remember any of it?" she rallies with her hands face-palming herself. We have been over with this for hours since her waking up in my bed, not remembering half of last night’s event. She won’t stop bugging me with her lines of questions and it’s seriously starting to tick me off.
She and her cousin can’t remember what happened after we came out of the bar because of the incantation Luke gave them. I made a story and tol
