Endeverafter: The Series Presents The Cursed One

Chapter Thirty-Eight

As soon as Kris opened her eyes, the stinging pain from her forehead made her immediately close her eyes again. Taking a deep breath and pushing through the pain, she opened her eyes again and attempted to sit up. When she looked down, she realized that she was laying in her bed. How the hell did she–

"Oh my God!" she yelled. She grabbed her comforter and pulled it up to her chest. "What the hell are you doing?"

"Sitting here."

"I know that, but what are you doing in my room? How did you even get in here? Where's Ryan? Where's my–"

"Kris, I'm gonna need you to relax," Arvo said, sitting forward. "Take a deep breath and just relax." She didn't. "Now to answer your questions, I'm in your room because I was being a gentleman and waiting until you woke up. I got in your house by using your key, which is on your nightstand. And your sister is not here. It's just us."

If she wasn't already so creeped out, the tone of his voice would've creeped her out even more. Pulling the comforter closer to her chin, she sat up straight. "You brought me home?"

"I did."

"I don't remember."

"That's because you were quite drunk."

Kris closed her eyes and put her hand on her forehead. She ran her fingers through her messy hair and dropped her shoulders. "I don't remember anything after Nadia walked out on me."

"Ah, a lover's spat," Arvo said, sarcastically. "So, that's why you decided to get drunk."

She heard the condescension in his voice and pressed her lips together. "Look, I'm not proud of what happened but–"

"But nothing. While you were getting hammered, you were nearly killed."

"What? What do you mean?"

"I mean, if Gregori hadn't brought it to my attention, the cops would be calling your sister and asking her to identify your body," Arvo replied, narrowing his eyes. "It's one thing to get drunk, it's another to get drunk and forget where you were."

Somehow being scolded by the literal leader of the Dark Fae stung worse than her migraine. "You're right, I'm sorry," she said, softly. "I don't know what I was thinking. Between my sister and then Nadia, I just wanted to drink until I didn't feel anything." She began picking at the top of her comforter. "Thank you for bringing me home," she said, peeking underneath her lashes. "I owe you one."

Arvo stood up. "I'll add it to the tab you acquired at the Deviant last night."

Last night? Kris popped her head up and turned around. Her eyes were met with the sun's bright glare coming through the folds of her satin curtains. "Oh God, it's morning. Jesus," she mumbled, turning around. "I have to call my sister. It's been two days and we haven't heard about Drue–" she started to reach for her phone until she stopped. "Wait, I remember the day I ran into you at Virek's loft. You weren't there to help him find Drue, were you?"

"In fact, I was."

"And did you?"

"We did."

She let out a sigh of relief. "Thank God," she said. "And you didn't think you should have mentioned this to me last night?"

"It must have slipped my mind," Arvo said, nonchalantly. "If you recall, I was busy taking care of a certain Light Fae, who decided to get drunk in a Dark Fae club."

Kris pouted. "Alright, fine," she said. "So, Drue's at Virek's loft, I assume?"

"I would assume so."

"Okay, I'll call Ryan and we can go over there to see her."