THALIA’S POV
The second Ragnar left, I locked the door and collapsed onto the bed.
The cramps had gotten worse. Much worse.
Pain twisted through my stomach so sharply that I curled into myself immediately, gripping the sheets tightly. My breathing became uneven as another wave hit me.
I rolled onto my side, pressing my face against the pillow to stop myself from making noise. “This is ridiculous,” I muttered weakly.
I had fought rogues before. I had survived assassination attempts. I had crossed into enemy territory pretending to be my dead brother.
And somehow this felt worse.
Another cramp hit and I swore under my breath, twisting again on the mattress. At some point, I vaguely remembered reading about spells that could reduce pain.
Maybe there was one hidden somewhere in the b
