Hollis
By the Goddess, I feel like s**t. My head aches, my skin burns, and I am far too hot. I told Father sleeping in the carriage away from Escuro wouldn’t work out for any of us—if I feel like this, I can only imagine how he’s doing this morning. We could’ve left this morning without losing any face after whatever fight he had with King Kieran. I’d be shocked if those Dun’s Crossing types got up before ten in the morning, even with their ridiculous ritual slated for today.
I groan and stretch. My skin pulls at itself, and the burning intensifies. Like the damned carriage actually cut me up.
At that thought, a memory bursts through my mind. Splintering wood, blood running down my pelt. Did I f*****g shift last night? Did I break the carriage? I search my mind for any other clues.
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