Chapter 14
Steph closed her eyes, shutting out the insanely fluffy comforter, the so-called earth tones she’d gotten sick of decades ago, the potentially mortifying yearbook.
She concentrated on the cool wall against her back. The soft bed underneath her. The quiet security of being in an underground room, something she’d loved her whole life.
The lingering fruity taste of the blueberry hooch she’d probably had a tiny bit too much of. That mixed surprisingly well with the refreshing dose of Venus’s warm hangover tea.
Thankfully the brain fog effect of all the alcohol—hopefully without the headache to come—was tempered by her second pleasantly full belly of the day.
And the solid, familiar, and entirely new sensation of Kim sitting beside her. The faint, clean scent of the clothes she’
