At least the physical pain is over, Selene says as I'm groaning on my bed, limper than an overcooked noodle.
"It isn't over. I'm still dying."
You'll be fine. This is why you should have kept up with your exercise. Even a few days off and you're already back to being out of shape.
"Must be nice to be a dog. You never get sore."
That's because I don't sit around like a couch potato.
Harsh.
But true.
Sliding off my bed in the most dramatically sore fashion I can muster, I ignore Selene's snort and tremble-walk the entire length of the room to the closet where I set the magic book.
Mrs. Elkins goes home today, right?
"Right. They're driving her to Cedarwood. Lucas sent scouts to make sure she gets there okay."
"Enforcers," Marcus corrects me from his corner.
