When I opened my eyes, the burning sensation of last night's tequila still lingered in my head. But the carved wooden beams before me and the hard wooden bed beneath me told me—this definitely wasn't a Hilton presidential suite.
"Is the mister awake?" A little maid with twin buns walked in carrying a bronze basin. "The Grand Tutor wants you to go to the front hall as soon as you wake up."
"The Grand Tutor?" I sat up abruptly, a wave of dizziness hitting me. "Which Grand Tutor?"
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