Anna shivered when a wave of goosebumps crept across her skin. The thought of Daniel helping her drink the honey water was so absurd that even with Mariam's explanation, she could only treat it like a scene ripped from some ridiculous novel.
"There's no way Daniel would be this kind to me," she muttered, huffing as she tried to shake off the image. Her head still throbbed faintly, though the pain wasn't nearly as brutal as earlier.
Mariam's soup had worked wonders for her hangover, but Anna still refused to leave the comfort of her bed. With her selection complete and the official announcement from Wilsmith still pending, she told herself this was the perfect moment to pause—to gather herself, and maybe even begin brushing up on her craft.
