Fifteen
Aching pain in my neck woke me before the gentle jabs to my ribcage. I cracked one eyelid open and found a redheaded man with a neatly trimmed beard standing at the end of our row handing out forms. I tried to straighten up, but tendrils of agony shot down my spine. I realized that somehow I’d been sleeping in a position that had made the entire right side of my body go numb.
“Here you are Miss,” the flight attendant said and passed three forms our way.
I awkwardly took them passing them to Desmond and J.T. who sat crammed in beside me.
“We should be landing soon,” Desmond noted and started on the form.
I stared blankly at mine, my brain not quite caught up with the rest of me as pins and needles cascaded down my body. I let out a hint of magic to ease the transition and it bu
