NOVALIE’S POV
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I wake up drenched in sweat , my eyes pinging open and my mother stands over me , her hands on my shoulders , shaking me .
Her eyes widen , her body stilling as she stares at me in shock .
“Are you okay ?” Her worried orbs look down at me , boring into my soul .
“I’m fine .” I raise my hand , using the back of my palm to wipe the sweat off me .
I could feel my heated cheeks as I sit up and a stinging forms in my temple , as if someone is stabbing my brain and I quickly sit with my head back against the headboard .
“You have a fever .” She points out .
No s**t Sherlock , of course I f*****g do .
I throw the blanket off my legs and see the damp bedding beneath me .
“I’m fine .” I repeat , knowing that this could be magic related and I can’t tell my mother .
Maybe I
