Andre's POV
The throbbing in my skull felt like someone was taking a sledgehammer to my brain. I dragged myself awake, tasting the remnants of last night's whiskey burning in my throat. Sunlight cut through the gaps in my curtains like razor blades, making me want to bury my head back under the pillow.
My body felt like I'd been hit by a truck. Every muscle ached, and I could still catch traces of some random woman's cheap perfume clinging to my bedsheets. Thank God I'd thrown her out before dawn. I couldn't even recall what harsh words I'd used to get rid of her. Probably something brutal, knowing me. She had no right being in my space anyway.
But the hangover wasn't what jolted me fully conscious.
It was this goddamn fire coursing through my veins.
Not the normal kind of heat that comes from too many blankets or a stuffy room. This was something else entirely. Something that made my skin feel like it was burning from the inside out.
