“Ariana!” Adrian screamed as his eyes shot open. He found his hands fisting the sheets at his sides and his body layered in a sheen of sweat. Sitting up and resting his arms on his knees, his eyes tracked over his bedroom as he tried to regulate the erratic breaths racking his shoulders.
How the f**k did I get here?
The recent events poured through his mind as his confusion settled, remembering everything. And the best part about it was, although his head still ached, it was nowhere near the mind-splitting migraines he’s had to battle through ever since getting cursed. Even when he stood up from the bed, which he did cautiously, he hadn’t felt light-headed or the need to pass out. That was progress!
But once he was on his feet, Adrian walked briskly into the bathroom an
