Julian woke up with a pounding headache, his mind foggy from the events of the previous day.
He reached for the pistol still by his side and hid it in his cabinet. He wasn't the type to carry it openly, but yesterday's events had left him shaken.
As he tried to recall what had happened, memories of Mattie's attempted seduction flooded his mind.
He felt a wave of anger wash over him, but it was quickly replaced by a creeping sense of weakness.
He knew he needed to get himself together, but his body seemed to be betraying him.
Julian washed himself and changed into a fresh outfit, but as he walked out of his room, he realized he wasn't carrying his phone.
He was about to head back to his room when he met with Mattie in his room looking sick.
"Julian," she called, looking up as he approached.
"I am so sorry for what happened last night. I thought maybe..." Her voice trailed off as Julian's expression darkened.
