Chapter Seven
Sunlight streamed brightly through the window as Lydia’s eyes fluttered open and a demon took an icepick to her forehead. Groaning, she rolled to her side and pulled the pillow over her head. The motion only increased the relentless pounding.
The inside of her mouth felt like sawdust. Stomach? A little queasy. All the reasons why Lydia rarely drank came crashing back with vicious force. How much had she drunk last night? She groaned as the throbbing in her head surged. Even with the pillow covering her, it was too bright in here. She slipped a hand underneath and covered her eyes, sighing with relief.
The relief was short-lived, as someone began to knock insistently on her bedroom door. “Lyds?”
Cassie.
“I’m still sleeping,” she groaned, a new round of pounding right behi
