Chapter 14

*Cyrus*

The next morning I woke up with a small headache, but as I went to wake Dante up, I realized I faired pretty well comparatively.   He lay sprawled out in his bed groaning his head was being crushed.  I laughed, as the image of Dante attempting to climb on the tables to dance reappeared in my brain. 

"It was a wild night for you," I commented, "how much of it do you remember?"

"Uh, Fiona came back to join the drinking game," he said "Then it's pretty blurry."  

"Nothing about dancing on tables?"  I teased.  Dante groaned again. 

"I remember you and Fiona were getting quite cozy." he said "Did you finally break through her icy exterior?"

"I hope so,"  I said as contemplated the events of last night "She was really pretty broken up about not being David's mate."