It hurts so much… what in the world did I do yesterday? Did I ram my head against a boulder?
My temples throbbed with every heartbeat, and my eyelids felt as heavy as stone. I forced them open little by little, trying to remember how I ended up back in the wagon. And why did everything beneath me feel so soft? I certainly did not have a pillow before. My throat was painfully dry, and although I had experienced a few hangovers in my life, none had ever hit me this hard.
My gaze fell on the driver's seat, which was empty. Rovan was nowhere to be seen, probably off doing something useless. Good. I didn't need the urge to slice his neck open just to get him out of my way.
Oh? Crazy? Maybe a little. But I'm just joking. Joking… hehe… ahem.
