MAILAH WOKE UP to the sensation that her brain had been replaced with broken glass and her body had declared war on itself.
Everything hurt.
Her head was pounding like something was trying to escape from inside her skull. Her mouth tasted like she'd been licking ancient copper coins. Her stomach was performing acrobatics that would make an Olympic gymnast jealous.
And the light—oh God, the light streaming through the windows was personally offensive.
"No," she moaned, throwing an arm over her eyes. "Turn off the sun. Cancel daylight."
"That's not within my current abilities." Grayson's voice came from somewhere nearby, low and careful. "Though I've closed the curtains. How are you feeling?"
"Like death. Is this what death feels like? Because if so, I have some complaints to file with the universe."
She heard movement, then felt the bed dip as he sat beside her. A cool hand touched her forehead, and she leaned into it shamelessly.
