ADRIANO'S POV~
“F–fuck,” I hissed as my hand shot up to my temple, gripping it like I could physically hold my brain together before it exploded.
It felt like a sledgehammer was slamming against the inside of my skull with zero mercy. My head was pounding, my mouth tasted like s**t, and my entire body ached like I’d gotten into a fight with a truck and lost. Miserably.
What the hell happened last night?
Bits and pieces returned in jagged flashes… whiskey. Too much of it. A blurred room. And Cassandra.
Cassandra! s**t!
My eyes flew wide open, and I whipped my head to the side—big mistake. The room spun, and I nearly fell off the damn bed. And then I froze.
There. On the goddamn couch like he lived there, was Salvatore. Legs crossed, scrolling calmly through his phone like this was a
