“Oh. You’re awake,” a disappointed voice said.
My eyes shrieked open, my lids heavy as lead. Where was I?
“You were out for two hours and twelve minutes.”
Ah. The infirmary. And the figure looming over me must be the enchanting doctor Wagner.
I pushed myself up on the bed. “Let me guess, a couple more hours and I wouldn’t have woken up?”
He seemed obsessed with keeping track of how long people were unconscious. While that sounded like the mark of a good doctor, he did it in a creepy way. As if he was counting the seconds until his patients drew their last breath. Now that wasn’t a very reassuring thought.
“Negative. The catzel curse isn’t necessarily deadly.”
“Reassuring. Wait, what curse? Don’t tell me I’m cursed.”
“You are.”
I banged my fists against my forehead, immediately r
