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WHEN SHE NEXT BECAME AWARE, her head was heavy, throbbing, muddied.
Getting over these drugged out episodes got faster each time. Maybe she was building an immunity.
“You back?”
The male voice opened her eyes. At first, he was just a silhouette looming over her. She raised a hand to try blocking the light behind him. But it didn’t last long. Her palm fell to her forehead and descended to cover her closing eyes.
“Styx.”
“Do you get that this is serious?”
A lecture? A debate? She wasn’t up for either. On a groan, she sat up and dropped back against the concrete wall. Yes, she wanted to get away from his judgment, but getting onto her feet was still a step more than she was capable of.
“What time is it?”
“What does that matter?” he asked, sitting beside her. He pressed two fi
