Avery
“A thousand tiny dwarves are still mining for gold in my brain!” Char said, wincing as she woke up from her nap.
I could sympathise. My headache was gone, but the room still moved a little slower than I did, and I remained exhausted. It was like my adrenal gland had packed up shop and refused to generate enough stress hormones to even help me walk about. So, I laid about keeping Char company, trying to ignore the tightness in my chest. They’d brought her into the next bed when Ezekiel had dropped her off on the roof with Erik.
“I wish I was a shifter. I could have shaken this s**t off ages ago. Look at your big dragon hunk. He looks fine despite being caught in a cave. He’s been flitting about playing nurse maid one minute and looking like he’s going to run a small country the nex
