Chapter Thirteen
I don't know who told these chowder-heads that walking around a hotel at sunrise with industrial hair dryers on their backs waking up the guests was a good idea, but I hate him. Major disadvantage to a ground floor room, I guess. I pulled a pillow over my head and lay there half asleep for a while longer.
When my aura had reunited with my body at the hotel the night before, the exhaustion had hit me like a freight train. I never even got out of the bed. Just fell straight to sleep. That had been some time after midnight. From the bright, angry light pounding through the window, it must have been late morning when I finally pulled my head from under the pillow.
The rolling out of bed was still wince-inducing, but it was markedly less painful than the day before. The heal
