When my eyes shot open I realised that I was back in my bed, my body feeling like a tonne of bricks. I huff out a breath and lean over to grab the bottle of water that was sitting on my bedside table, cracking the lid and swirling it around my intensely dry mouth.

I push myself up from the bed and rub my eyes, peering out of the gap between the curtain and the window. The sun was high in the sky, it must have been well into the afternoon.

Clearly needing that sleep more than anything after the last few days I had endured.

The curse had somewhat...