Nefretiri
I was in hell.
It only took eight minutes to deal with Rhonda, but that was enough time for the magic to intensify its collection attempts. My body was on fire, and everything assaulted my senses. It was a feeling I'd endured before, but it was a thousand times worse this time. The sound of people walking was like elephants stomping next to my ear; the smell of the fragrant cleaners used on the floors burned the inside of my nose even though they were gentle and pleasant for a werewolf's sense of smell. Then there was my sense of touch. It had me crawling out of my skin, ready to scream.
It made me glad that I was in Ivan's shirt. Otherwise, I'd lose my mind.
"Nefera!" Fernanda cheered once everyone settled down and tried to get back to what they'd been doing. "Can I hold the baby?"
