Chapter 22

“Wake up, sleepyhead,” Tamsin sang. Freya groaned as she opened her eyes and was assaulted by sunlight. Pain throbbed behind her eyes, and each movement brought on a new wave of nausea.

​ “Ugh, I feel like I’ve been hit by a bus,” Freya remarked.

​ “You look like it,” Tamsin teased. “Here, I’ve got you a nice greasy breakfast, a tall glass of water, and some Tylenol.”

​ “You’re an angel,