The sun streams through the window, torturing me with it’s blindness. A low groan slips through my lips as I run a hand over my face. There’s a small pounding in my temples that I’ve never experienced before.

"Is this a hangover?" I mutter rhetorically to myself, clutching the sides of my head. I blink several times as my vision adjusts to the room inside Ivory’s house.

"Happy Birthday to me . . ." I sing bluntly, massaging my sore temples. My thoughts turn back to last night and I suddenly realize what I’ve done. I spring upright in bed and stare at the wall with wide eyes.

“I told...