Chapter 32
A painfully bright light pierced my eyelids, forcing me to leave the sweet darkness behind to be tortured by this blazing ball. I groaned and buried my head in the pillow, stubbornly refusing to let it win. What did I do last night? I asked myself, trying to convince the jerk with the jackhammer in my brain to stop using it.
“Good morning, little fyre,” whispered a voice beside me.
“Nooo,” I groaned out.
He chuckled softly, making me quell the urge to hit him, even though I didn’t have the energy to even lift my arm.
“You need to sit up and eat, sweet one. If you eat and drink a bit, you’ll feel better,” Tohr encouraged me softly.
“Oh god, no. No food,” I whimpered.
“Mara,” Tohr warned. “Don’t argue with me. I know what it’s like to overindulge in Hars. You will not feel well until you put something in your stomach to soak up the juice.”