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As I clawed my way back to consciousness, my whole body ached, and my head pounded like I'd had way too much to drink. I found myself sprawled on something soft—my bed, I presumed— though I had no recollection of how I'd gotten here.
The last clear memory I had was of dinner, but everything after that was a hazy blur, like trying to recall a dream upon waking. I groaned as I slowly opened my eyes, blinking against the bright sunlight streaming through the window.
A rustling sound caught my attention, and I turned my head to spot Savina curled up in a chair at the foot of my bed. I blinked at her in confusion, my brain struggling to make sense of her presence. Someone tell me why on earth was she playing sentinel in my bedroom?
Determined to get some answe
