Chapter 7Selene woke up to the pounding sounds of a headache. She rolled over in the bed, tasted what felt like sand in her mouth, and then instantly remembered the night before. Not sand, but salt. So much salt. So much tequila and so many margaritas lined with salt around the rims. Oh, that had been such a bad idea. She sat up in bed and felt both her head and her uterus clench in pain.
“Son of a b***h,” she said lowly. “The absolute worst idea.”
Selene grabbed a glass of water from the bedside table, happy that she’d at least thought of her regretful morning self the night before. After knocking back half the glass, she needed to tackle one problem at a time. The first was to get some pills. Since she had some in her travel bag, she could easily fix that by waddling to the next bed ov
