I hurt everywhere. The second I set my feet on the ground the next morning, my balance was thrown off. I almost fell over when I tried to stand up, and hung onto my dresser for support. Stupid Dax. Stupid knife. Stupid curse. And stupid me for going running by myself that night. I wasn’t about to admit to Ash how awful I felt. My body was starting to ache all the time and I was so tired. I could probably sleep all day if I wanted to, but I told myself I wouldn’t get to that point. Even if it meant dragging myself out of bed every day. Which was starting to happen more often. I sent Ash a text and he said he’d be over after work. I chuckled. He hadn’t been to work forever. He could talk his way out of anything and his boss loved him. I swear he could take all the time off he wanted without using any magic on him. Or maybe he had used some magic on him. I’d have to ask him about that. My stomach growled.
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