Damien shrugged under the sheets, his body resisting every movement.
The sharp glow of the sunlight hit his eyes as soon as the curtains were pulled open.
"Get up," Sebastian's voice echoed through the room. "No one ever gets anything done by brooding."
"Not in the mood, Seb," Damien muttered, his voice thick and groggy.
"Well, neither am I." Sebastian set a steaming mug on the table. "I made you coffee. I don't know how you like it, so pardon whatever it tastes like."
He gave a dry shrug.
"This should help you think straight. If I'd known you would empty my whiskey cabinet, I might as well have left you at Chloe's door."
Damien shot him a hard glare, but Sebastian only smiled thinly and sat down cross-legged in his king-sized chair, stirring a cup of tea with a teaspoon before letting it clink onto the saucer.
"She hates me," Damien said, sipping from the mug.
"That is true," Sebastian said, sipping his tea without missing a beat.
