Chapter

Fifty

Asher

Was there a bird in my room? Multiple birds?

“Maeve,” I groaned, “leave the tweety birds alone.”

I squeezed my eyes shut against the sunlight pouring in through my window. I ached. My limbs were heavy and everything felt . . . weird. Not to mention my hips felt like they’d spent the night riding a mechanical bull. Without a break. For hours.

“Did we go to a cowboy bar last night?” I muttered, hoping Maeve would get the hint and magic me up some coffee.

“Nope, but you definitely took me for a ride.” Devon’s voice brought me out of my sleepy haze. His large, warm...