"If I don't lie down in the next five seconds, my legs are going to turn into actual water," I groaned, face-planting straight into my pillow.
Our dorm room smelled like old lavender and Pearl's expensive hair products, a massive upgrade from the sweaty stone arena floor. I wanted to lock the door, pull the blankets over my head, and sleep for fourteen hours.
Naturally, my friends had other plans.
"Oh, absolutely not. Get up," Des said, sitting on the foot of my bed. "You don't get to carry your team on your back and then just sleep it off. We have to talk about every single second of that match."
Pearl sat at her desk, cleaning her silver necklace with a cloth. She kept looking over at me with bright eyes. "He's right, Amara. You were amazing. When you used that teleport card right at the finish line? I thought Serena was going to pass out from anger."
