~ LAIA ~
My head is pounding so badly it feels like little gremlins are having a rager inside my skull. My mouth tastes like one of those gremlins threw up on my tongue and went back to partying.
Slowly, torturously I peel my eyelids open, struggling to make sense of anything. The room gradually comes into focus, and it’s wrong. This isn’t the temple. It isn’t my room either.
Light spills in, too bright, stinging my eyes. I blink once. Twice.
“She’s awake,” a strange voice says.
“She’s awake?” Then I hear that familiar deep voice.
The room smells strongly of herbs. Seris really beat the s**t out of me. The arm bar. The stomp to my head.
And my arm, f**k, my arm hurts so bad. The pain pulses, and that’s when I notice the cast wrapped around it.
“Don’t stress her too much,” a male’s
