Chapter 104
I woke up the next morning with a migraine that felt like dwarf mining for gold behind my ear, and my left leg was so sore it protested every moment, feeling like a tree stump. Bran was already up, sitting on the windowsill and gazing like he was being haunted by memories of his social interactions.
Finn was still sleeping like a baby, sprawled across his bed with a peaceful expression.
I didn't like it very much, so being the responsible roommate that I was, I kicked him awake.
"Up," I muttered.
He rolled over with a groan. "You're just jealous I got a full eight hours."
I didn't dignify that with a response.
