12
I WOKE UP with a shock, with bright daylight streaming into the room. The curtains were open, the side of the bed empty and the room tidied.
Well, what the. . . ?
I sat up, looking around, confused.
Ouch, my head.
Ouch, my eyes.
I stumbled from the bed into the bathroom. A look in the mirror confirmed that my eyes were red, a by-product of the zixas fumes I had breathed last night.
My feeder must have signalled activity to Thayu, because she came into the room, wearing her gamra uniform.
She smiled at me. “Big night out?”
I groaned.
“I can smell zixas.”
“Seriously, I didn’t touch the stuff. That stuff is pure poison. It would kill me.” I must be the first person to get a hangover from breathing the fumes of someone else’s drink. Damn it, I felt terrible.
“I’ll let you recove
