AURORA’S POV
“How much did you give her?” I heard a voice say in a hushed tone.
There was muttering in response, something I couldn’t quite make out, but the voice was familiar. I couldn’t see; a fuzzy taste filled my mouth like I hadn’t drunk in days. Was I hung over? I only had a couple of beers at the game. But my head was pounding.
I tried opening my eyes, but the effort made me feel even more exhausted. “She’s moving,” the voice said again.
I was. I was wiggling my fingers but couldn’t move my arms, just my fingers. I slowly opened my eyes despite the strain. Everything was blurry for a moment before things started to come into focus. Darkness surrounded me, but two faces stood out. I blinked a couple of times, clearing the last dredge of blurriness filling my vision. The faces be
