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...