Part 36. Ajaxson POV

/Ajaxson POV/

The sun was hanging low in the sky when Ajaxson woke up alone on the cold hardwood floor. His Palace was eerily quiet as he got up and massaged his temples against the dizziness that came over him. 

The Greek God found his rumpled clothes in the main room and then ran to the bathroom to dry heave over the toilet.  Nothing came up but a trickle of bile that burned his throat. He felt clammy while his body shook, planting each step firmly before he trusted his body to hold him up. Maybe it’s time he stopped drinking pure alcohol for a kick.

After roaming the house once his stomach had accepted its state, he found the letters stacking up against the couch. Ajaxson didn’t have to open them to know that the