DAXTON
A sharp knock rattled my door, dragging me out of a restless sleep. My temples throbbed in protest, an ache blooming behind my eyes like a wildfire. I groaned, scrubbing a hand across my face. It felt like something inside of me had been clawing to the surface all night.
The knock came again, more persistent this time. Reluctantly, I sat up, my muscles tight and sore.
"Come in," I muttered.
The door creaked open, and Sally's head peeked through before she entered fully, holding a cup of steaming tea between her hands. She looked better, her complexion wasn't as ghostly pale as it had been the night before.
Speaking of last night...I couldn't recall anything other than taking care of Sally.
"Here's something for your migraine," she said to me, placing the cup of tea on my night
