Chapter 18: Moving Into My New Home, Making the First Move on Fleetcom

River Lyson opened his eyes. His head felt like it was splitting apart. A dull ache pulsed steadily at his temples. The hangover had slowed his thoughts by half a beat. His mouth tasted bitter, and his throat was painfully dry. It was the first time since his rebirth that he had drunk this much. A faint trace of perfume lingered in the air. Sweet and luxurious, with a fruity note lingering beneath it. The other side of the bed was empty. A shallow indentation remained in the pillow, and several...