Owl and the Japanese Circus by Charish Kristi

Author:Charish, Kristi [Charish, Kristi]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, azw3, epub
Tags: Urban, Action & Adventure, Science Fiction, Contemporary, Fiction, Fantasy, General
ISBN: 9781476778679
Publisher: Gallery Books
Published: 2015-01-13T08:00:00+00:00

12

WORST. HANGOVER. EVER.

9:00 a.m., somewhere . . . God, I hope I’m still in Tokyo

Ugh. It was morning, and way too bright. I rolled over onto my stomach and buried my head in the pillow.

It didn’t help.

I’ve only had a handful of really bad hangovers in my short life. This was number four. Oh God, my head was pounding . . . And there was sunlight . . . Why the hell had Nadya left the blinds open? I opened my eyes. They didn’t want to open, but I opened them anyways and pulled the cream-colored sheets back over my head.

Cream? When had Nadya changed the sheets?

The fog cleared, and memories of the night before—sketchy though they were—flooded back with a vengeance. I turned my head, slowly . . .

Rynn slept beside me. Whereas I’d passed out, at some point during the night he must have gotten up, because I was pretty sure he hadn’t been wearing boxer shorts. His upper body was bare and above the covers, and looked even better in daylight . . .

I shut my eyes tight and tried to will my headache away. All that did was make the room spin. I ran my hand through my tangled hair. I had no reference point to deal with this. What was I supposed to do?

I did what any respectful thief would do. I crawled out of bed, grabbed my clothes, and snuck into the bathroom. What makeup wasn’t left on the pillow had smeared down my face. I washed it off as best I could. There wasn’t a brush anywhere to be had on the vanity, so I pulled my hair into a ponytail. Not great, but considering my hangover, I’d gotten off easy.

I opened the bathroom door, holding the handle so the catch wouldn’t click. Rynn lived in a studio apartment, with an open floor plan and high ceilings. Only the bedroom was set apart by dividers. I’d figured he lived in a nice place, but I was impressed with the size, especially for Tokyo. He must have put some serious cash away from his mercenary days. He had good taste; minimal furniture, more functional than fashionable, and few decorations. Cleaner and less cluttered than my place in Seattle; I had a habit of collecting things and displaying them until I could sell. Suddenly I wanted to pack up some of the clutter back at my place and stick it in storage.

If I ever got back to Seattle.

I stood there, undecided. What was I supposed to do? Sneak out? Wake Rynn up?

My flight response won. If I got out now, I could pick up Captain, head to the airport, and worry about Rynn later. I headed through the kitchenette to the front door and found my bag and sunglasses along the way. Now where the hell had I put my boots? I opened the closet—way too neat for my liking; I have this theory that the neater the closet, the less likely you’ll find anything. I got down on my hands and knees, and started rifling through Rynn’s neatly arranged shoes.

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