Because, fuck my life had flipped on its axis fast and the only way I’d managed to sleep at all was by chasing oblivion with a bottle of tequila. Bad call Tory. But better that than me ending up knocking on the door of the Dragon upstairs and admitting that Darcy and I had the shadows too and it fucking terrified me. Because in the cold light of day it was much easier to remember that said Dragon could not be trusted. Which meant I was fucked, because I had no one else to turn to aside from Orion whose head was so far up the Dragon’s asshole that I was sure he could taste his meals for him
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