I turned over and saw Tristan lying peacefully next to me. I smiled and reached for him when suddenly my head felt like I slammed it into a brick wall. “Ah,” I winced, waking up Tristan. “What is it what’s wrong?” he asked panicked. “My head, oh god my head is pounding.” I closed my eyes tight and gripped the sides. Tristan reached up and placed his fingers lightly on my temples. “I can’t make the pain go away completely but I can lesson it.” When he was done, I let him take me in his arms and relaxed calmly against his chest. He was right. The pain did lessen but did not go away completely. “Why can’t you heal me?” “Because of the magic in the whiskey.” “Your grandmother puts magic in her whiskey?” “It gives it a little extra kick,” he smiled. “I guess you don’t remember me telling you it was magically enhanced.” “When did you tell me that?” “Last night.” “Oh, yeah, last night is kind of a blur. I didn’t do anything stupid did I?”
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