Christabel woke up feeling like crap - something she hadn’t felt in forever. She opened her eyes and saw that the sun was high in the sky. A blanket was pulled around her, carrying a faint scent she instantly knew belonged to Maxson. She sat up and stretched while yawning a big one. It felt really good to stretch with no constraints. Her back popped, her skin felt amazing.
She suddenly remembered that her right wrist was injured and quickly pulled her hand back down. The wound was still there but has mostly recovered thanks to the power of the moon. It is now red and raw, looking quite angry but much much better than before. She smiled to herself, thinking about how Maxson took care of her last night. Then her memory reached the part where she confessed and … he didn’t accept it. Her face
