“CLAUDIA.”
Something jerked my shoulder and I sat up, blinking the sleep from my eyes. “Oh God. I fell asleep.”
“Have you been in here all day?” Teresa said. Her hair was piled in a sloppy bun. She wore a pair of dark skinny jeans and a black T-shirt with a sunburst around the word “orb.” I wondered briefly what that meant before remembering where I was.
The last thing I remembered was laying my head on Raphael’s bed. I’d been praying, and then nothing. I completely passed out. “What time is it?”
“Just after two.”
I quickly did the math. I’d slept like the dead for almost ten hours. With no dreams. The magic Luciana had cooked up last night must’ve worn her out. My body didn’t seem quite as heavy as it had. “Wow.”
“I came to tell you that Muraco is back. We were going to meet in the
