by Laura Tree
Chapter 33
I open my eyes and flinch. The sun is streaming in through my open blinds. My head is pounding. It feels like someone is smashing my brain with a sledgehammer. I try to open my mouth, but it’s too dry, causing my lips and tongue to crack. I sit up in bed, and the room begins to spin.
What happened to me? I can only remember bits and pieces of last night, but I’m pretty sure that I got drunk. I thought it was impossible. I should probably find Damien and Zeke; I could use a good healing anyway.
Damien starts laughing the second he sees me. My hair is tousled, my makeup is smeared, bags are under my eyes, and my arm misses the sleeve of my tank top. Not to mention the fact that walking is really hard to accomplish in my state.
His laughs only hurt my head and pride more. I need to get down to the bottom of this. Maybe I was drunk, or maybe I was drugged.
“Hey there, beautiful, do you feel better after you spilled your guts to me last night?” Oh god, what did I say to Zeke? Surely I didn’t do anything inappropriate. That’s not like me, even if I were drunk.
“What happened last night?” I look back and forth from Zeke to Damien.
“I thought I told you that you came on to me. You told me how much you loved me before we made love all night long. I slipped out of there a few minutes ago.” Zeke’s smile gives away his tall tale.
“I did not. I wouldn’t have done that,” I say. At least I hope I wouldn’t. I know that I have serious feelings for both of them. I just don’t think I would go that far. I know that I have a prophecy to fulfill.
“You were drunk, and from the looks of it, you’re hung over right now. Come here and I’ll heal you.” Damien motions me over. I follow directions, and after a minute, I feel great again.
“Thanks, but how did I get drunk? I thought that we couldn’t get drunk because we are magical,” I’m hoping that they have an explanation because I sure have no idea.
“It shouldn’t be possible. Your parents both had to be magical for you to be a Suppliant. So, logically, you shouldn’t be able to get inebriated,” Zeke says.
“Either I was drunk, or I was drugged,” I respond hoping that I hadn’t been drugged. That would speed up our departure from here, and I’m just now starting to warm up to The Isle. I have recently started to think of it like my home.
“You were drunk. After you passed out, I did a quick scan of you and didn’t find any detectable drugs. If you were drugged, I would have felt it,” Damien says. Relief washes over me at his words.
“Now we just have to figure out how you got drunk in the first place,” Zeke says. I look at him and know that he’s right.
“There has to be a reason for it,” Damien chimes in. “In the meantime you should stay away from alcohol, or at least limit your consumption.” I look at him and a memory of me staring into Zeke’s eyes and confessing my jealousy comes to me. The blush creeps into my cheeks, and I avert my eyes. I’m sure he knows what was going on. I need to get this lust for both of them under control.
“I need to go get cleaned up. I will meet you back here for class.” I look at Damien who nods in agreement.