Nora's POV
My eyes snap open and I bolt upright, gasping for air. I'm back in my own bed with Mack curled up beside me. "How did I end up here?" I ask aloud, my voice still groggy.
"I carried you up," Antonia says from where she's standing against the closed bedroom doors. She looks like some ethereal fairy tale princess in her soft blue dress, her golden hair falling in flawless waves around her shoulders. Right now though, that princess look makes me want to throttle her. "Like you were a toddler. Though I can't say you sleep like one. You mumble constantly."
"I don't mumble in my sleep." I blink several times, trying to shake off the lingering effects of whatever they drugged me with. "I was attempting a counter-spell, but those cursed herbs made it impossible to speak properly."
"That was exactly the intention."
I stretch my arms forward and flex my fingers experimentally. "This is complete bullshit."
