58

SHADOW

Grimacing, I got up from bed with a terrible headache, as if I had just gotten drunk and vaguely remembered what happened after that. Then I realized the room was familiar, and my neck hurt.

“Califf!” Groaning, I screamed his name. He was the only one capable of doing something like this. No one would dare. Then I remember sitting on the couch, and he apologized for something that confused me before things went hazy.

When no one responded, I narrowed at the mirror and pointed at the door. “Open that door. Now!” I sat back to bed. My headache was killing me.

The door unlocked, but Califf wasn’t the one who walked in.

“Hey. How’s the baby?” I hugged Kindra. “I mean babies.”

“They’re fine.” She chuckled with a bottle of painkillers. “Take two tabs of this and drink a lot of water. You will be fine.”

I did as I was told. “Where’s that asshole?”

“Will you two please stop fighting?”

“I—” When I couldn’t find words to explain, I shut my mouth.

“Exactly. You were the perfect