"Ugh, don't bother me. You're so annoying, I want to sleep..." Forced awake, Phoebe Faulkner frowned in displeasure. She reached out to push away the pesky hand. "Don't bother me..."
"Phoebe Faulkner, get up. Drink the hangover soup," Jace Lennox said in a cold voice, grabbing her flailing hand.
In her drunken state, Phoebe Faulkner didn't care who was in front of her. She'd hit anyone who dared disturb her sleep. Jace Lennox grabbed one of her hands, so she swung with the other. The blow didn't land, but her nails left a bloody scratch on Jace Lennox's face.
Jace Lennox's face instantly darkened.
He seized Phoebe Faulkner by the wrists, forcing her down onto the bed.
Phoebe Faulkner struggled angrily.
Jace Lennox didn't even bother to acknowledge her struggles. He simply took a mouthful of the hangover soup and forced it into Phoebe Faulkner's mouth with his own.
