Kieran groaned, reached for his phone to still the blaring noise, knocked it from the stand at his bedside, rolled over and smothered himself with the duvet.
“Someone had a bit too much fun last night.”
“Oh god…” Kieran located a hand and pressed it against his temple. When he tried to open his eyes, spots of unnamed colours exploded in his vision. “I’m dying.”
“No, you’re hung over.” Shastan’s tone was lined with smugness. “It’s been a long time since you’ve been that drunk.”
Kieran groped