CHAPTER THIRTEENDaniel dropped me off in front of Hunter. Uncurling myself from the car seat was painful and awkward, but not as painful as the burning sensation in my feet, which had grown worse after we’d stopped for burgers. I stepped out of the car and nearly fell over.
"Nathan? You okay?"
"Yeah. Fine. Feet hurt, is all."
"Stay there." I hung onto the side of the car as Daniel shuffled around and then hauled my pack out of the back seat. He hefted it onto one shoulder and paused. "Look, I’d better take you to the infirmary."
I pushed on his chest, partly to steady myself, partly to refuse. "No. I’m good. I just have to get upstairs."
"Nathan—"
"No!" I shouted at him. "No. Not going."
He exhaled impatiently. "Fine. Lead the way to your room. I’ll carry your pack."
The pain was a
