Abby’s POV
The morning light caused my eyes to flutter. I heard a shhhhh-whoosh sound, and instantly regretted waking up—an immediate stabbing sensation hit my temples like a vengeful marching band had taken up residence in my skull. I attempted to open my eyes and instantly regretted that, too. The usually cheerful morning glow had transformed into a blinding, million-watt torture device. Groaning, I threw the blanket over my head like a vampire hiding from judgmental sunlight.
And then I saw it—the hand resting on the pillow next to me. Oh. Right. I wasn’t alone.
The fuzzy memories of last night came flooding back like a soap opera montage. Before I could bury myself in full-body mortification, Zebrik’s soft, sleepy voice cut through the chaos.
“How are you feeling?”
Uh, I was great
