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The first sight I encountered after I opened my eyes almost gave me a heart attack.
“Finally, you’re awake,” Darcy said, her tone tight. The old hag was seated on an armchair beside my bed, her legs crossed and her hands folded above her knee. Her dark eyes regarded me with arrogance, disgust. I didn’t know what her problem was with me, but the feeling was mutual.
Grunting, I sat up and checked the time on my phone. It was already mid-morning. Which meant I had slept for almost fifteen hours. For someone who had barely slept in days, I had gotten my fair share of snoozes the past twenty-four hours. Why did I still feel weak and a little dizzy? It was probably from sleeping too much.
I scooted to the edge of my bed. “What do you want?”
“I’m here as an elder council member. We want to
