I’m torn from an almost-catatonic sleep by someone shaking me by the shoulders and shouting, “She’s conscious. Wake up, Hailey!”
“Are you sure she’s not dead?” Nate’s familiar voice teases.
My eyes pop open to find Celeste grinning at me. “Ariah is awake, Hails. Humphrey’s already made arrangements for us to go see her!”
I don’t think I’ve ever woken up faster than at that moment, sprinting up from the two-seater sofa I’d been napping on in Celeste’s bedroom. “Wait—what?”
“Hell yeah.” Nate does an awkward dance of excitement. “Humphrey said she’s been up and talking.”
A sudden, unexpected wave of dizziness slams into me, and just as fast as I stand up, I find myself butt-planting back onto the sofa. “Whoa.” I press my palms to my forehead, trying to clear my vision.
“Are you okay?” N
