Jackson groaned as he stirred awake, his body feeling like it had been used as a punching bag by a bodybuilder on steroids. His eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the dim morning light filtering through the expensive curtains of his apartment or should he say Jenna's? Well, since she said it is his for the long term so be it.
For a moment, he just lay there, staring at the ceiling, processing everything that happened a day ago regarding Storm Academy.
The battle. The chaos. The mosquitoes from nowhere, the sudden illusion, the maze and lot more.
"I really need to rest more."
He sighed and winced from pain, finally lifting his arms to inspect the light injuries on his body. Bruises, a few cuts—nothing serious. He’d definitely had worse. But that wasn’t what made him pause. No, it was wha
