Chapter 13

It was past nine in the morning when the sun's strong rays reached her eyes. She hissed when the sun reached her line of vision, and was a bit surprised when the sun blinded her line of sight for a bit.

Lissa's hands immediately went straight to her pulsating head. "Son of bitch..." She hissed a curse when waves of pain, much similar to a migraine flooded her, making her wince and curse. "...oh fucking hell."

Too much alcohol and too little food in her stomach, and as a result, she's having one of the shittiest hang-over. A new record. When she peered her eyes on the bedside table, she noticed that there's a cup of warm coffee sitting on top of a place-mat. But at her state, even a shot of caffeine would do nothing.

What she needs is a tall glass of water, lemon, ginger and orange juice, but what's more important is knowing where the heck she is because this is not her room. Too elegant to be hers, and too dark to her sister's.

She began to take a feel of herself, to check the tell-tal