Chapter 84

Chapter Eighty-Four

A terrible, deafening ringing worse than any alarm Connor could imagine tore him from sleep. It must be the end of the world, the collapse of the universe—

Or it could be a hangover.

He sat up, and the room went askew around him.

Definitely hung over, he thought.

Ugh. His head throbbed, and his breath could melt plastic. Sometime during the night, someone had glued rotten sandpaper to the roof of his mouth.

No. That was his tongue.

And the alarm was his cabin door ringing.

Connor slid off his bunk, thankful for once it was just him. He hated being a sloppy drunk, and apparently the dehydration from the last couple days and some bad decisions had made him exactly that.

He tried to call out that he was coming, but his throat was too dry. A few sips of water from the sink got his tongue to quit sticking.

It wasn’t fast enough to avoid another booming ringing of the hatch bell.

Someone wanted him dead. They were trying to make his head explode.