CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
And boy, was it.
The weak light of a foggy morning greeted me. I creaked open my eyes and glared at the slender shafts of light that streamed in through the windows of the bedroom I shared with Will. Murmuring voices came from downstairs. I rolled over and discovered that I was alone in bed. That early bird always wanted those worms.
I sat up and stretched my arms above my head. Big mistake. My back cracked like fireworks and something twanged. I winced and rubbed my aching back muscles. Then I moved my attention to my legs and arms.
“I should’ve stopped at the twentieth dance. . .” I murmured as I gingerly tapped the soles of my feet against the floor. Yep, definitely sore. The calves were in rags and my thighs were now stringy enough I wondered if I would
