Aria’s POV
When I woke, it felt like I had been asleep for a century. Every muscle in my body ached as if I’d run a marathon in my dreams, and my head felt heavy, clouded. Morning light streamed through the curtains, gentle but still far too bright for my liking. I rolled over with a groan, clutching my stomach as a wave of nausea hit me like a freight train.
Damon’s voice, soft but amused, drifted from the other side of the bed. “Good morning, Sleeping Beauty. How’re we feeling today?”
I didn’t answer immediately, focusing instead on breathing through the sudden queasiness. “Like I’ve been hit by a truck,” I mumbled, pressing a hand to my temple.
He propped himself up on one elbow, his dark eyes scanning me with a mixture of concern and that signature smirk. “Want me to bring you some
