Her head hurt, and she felt grimy from the night sweats. The night was a blur in her mind, a combination of strange, fuzzy dreams about blood and tossing and turning from the horrible fever. She remembered touching Darkyn’s chest and feeling aroused by the idea of his hands on her. From there, the night was a blurry fever dream. She’d dreamt of sleeping with Darkyn. Just the thought made her head hurt worse. The dread and guilt at the pit of her stomach were countered by the confusion of knowing that she’d fallen into the grip of the Immortal laws first with Gabriel then with Darkyn. Was any of what she felt real? Was Darkyn or Fate right about what was supposed to happen? She was so hungry! Distraught, she rolled over to find the first surprise of the day on the block of stone that acted as a nightstand: an obsidian tray of fruit and fresh pastries. The scents made her stomach roar to life. Hell had a magic library. Did it have a magic bakery, too? Unable to dwell on how Hell knew what she liked for breakfast, she wolfed down the pastries and a banana before crossing to the bathroom for a shower.
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