Chapter Fifteen
“I don’t understand why you carried me. I can walk.”
Gabriel sits me down on the edge of the bed, his careful movement at odds with the harsh set of his mouth. “You’re high enough you’d jump off a bridge if I let you. How much weed did you smoke?”
“Barely any!” I’m indignant, even though he might be right. Has the ceiling always been spinning? It’s not a troublesome dizziness, more of a pleasant whirl. The teacup ride at the carnival, lights blurred all around me. “But then Harper did the cleanse.”
“The cleanse?”
“So you’d be out of my life.” I frown at him. “I don’t think it worked.”
“What a surprise,” he says drily.
“How did you find me, anyway? Outside the motel room?”
“I heard the bleating of an innocent little lamb in a den of wolves.”
“Will is a nice guy,” I
