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ELI N O R
The carriage shook as a wheel hit a stone in the rocky path, and my body jerked violently. I groaned with exasperation.
This was the part I didn't like about drinking, which was
why this was only the second time I'd ever been drunk. I definitely had a hangover—at least that was what I thought humans and witches called it. Every sound thundered through my head, and the sunlight streaming in through my window this morning had set my eyes ablaze.
Now, riding with my parents and brother in the carriage with me, I kept my eyes closed, hoping for the horrible feeling to subside.
"I can't believe you chose to get drunk last night, of all nights, Elinor," my mother admonished. I kept my eyes closed, trying to keep the contents of my stomach where they were.
"It wasn't planned, Mother," I finally replied, cracking an eye open. "I'm fine. Or at least, I will be by the time we get there."