6
KARA
After being under a sleeping spell, you would think I wouldn’t want to sleep, but that wasn’t the case. After my last interaction with Chase, I went upstairs and passed out. I don’t have the stamina or strength with the damn bracelet on my wrist.
Groaning, I look up at the ceiling, and my vision is blurry, my eyes feeling like sandpaper when I blink. I would rather be caged in a jail cell than have my power stripped from me. I toss off the covers, sliding my legs over the side of the bed, and my backside aches from where I fell last night. I walk into the bathroom and lower my pajama pants just a tad so I can see the damage. There, on my upper right butt cheek, is a giant bruise and scrapes.
“Great,” I grumble.
Slowly, I move to one of the windows and slide the curtains over. T
