His breath was warm hitting my face. I blink, coming back to.
He looks like he wants nothing more than to beat my ass right now—they both do. I laugh, realizing I’d probably let them. Their faces sour, not enjoying my antics.
“God, you’re useless,” he spits out.
If I had the strength I’d shrug, not disagreeing, but I don’t, so I sit on the edge of my bed, limp to the bone.
“You could use a shower and an entire tube of toothpaste; you smell like the inside of a distillery.”
I shoot him a glare. I may be fucked up, but Eli still needed to know his place. “Watch your tone, Daniels.”
“Or what?” He stifles a hollowed-out snicker. His disappointment was evident. “You can barely sit up straight. Who knows if you’d be able to walk.”
I fling myself upright. Regretting the decision immediately. Grabbing at my skull as I fall back down onto the bed. My dehydration is obvious as the room starts to spin.
If I had the stamina, I’d tell him off. Eli’s smirk is telling.
Finn is the one who takes pity on me. Handing me a bottle of water and some aspirin.
“Are you alive enough to have a conversation now?” he asks after I finish off the entire bottle in a single go. Wiping away the leftover drops on my mouth with the back of my hand. Indifferent on how I look while doing it.
“Sure, shoot,” I croak out, sounding as weak and pathetic as I felt.
“Where’s Rory?”
He’d asked me that earlier, but the significance of the question hadn’t really registered until now. Now that my head was one-tenth less congested.
My stomach churned but it had nothing to do with buckets of alcohol I had ingested. The color on both their faces had drained, concern dominating every other emotion. My pulse dropkicks as my brain and abdomen clench.
I keep my voice placid. “What do you mean?”
Both of their heads snapped to each other, and my chest squeezed. I saw the flash of worry spark between them.
“Where is she?” I question.
Finn’s face falls. “That’s why we’re here. We came to ask you.”
“Seems that did us a whole lot of good,” Eli snorts. Both Finn and I shoot him a glare. He ignores it.
“Not helpful,” he snorts out the side of his mouth. Licking his lips, he hesitates. Meeting my gaze. “Look, we know she’s not here, but we came to find you to see if you knew where she’d gone.”
“We checked the footage; we saw her leave.”
My knees felt like they could buckle, and I was sitting. My nerves jump underneath my skin. “What are you talking about?” I ask slowly.
My best friend’s lip curls. “She took my car, man. We saw her leave.”
I don’t blink, don’t breathe. Don’t move a single fucking muscle. The timbre in his voice so low it vibrates my eardrums as he speaks the single pair of words that break me.
“She’s gone.”