Luna’s POV
Oh Goooooooood! What is that horrible pounding? Someone tell the workers outside to stop using the jack hammer! It's unbearable!
I blink my gritty eyes, trying to pry them open. My hand reaching blindly across the mattress, feeling for my glasses, which seem to be missing from my bedside table. I blink a couple of times, focusing on the ceiling above me as I try to peer through the cloudy, distorted visuals. I blink again. My eyes feel like sandpaper . . . and my throat is parched . . . and why does my head hurt so badly? It’s a vicious, throbbing pain that is hammering against the inside of my skull . . .
I roll onto my side. My stomach lurches, forcing my eyes closed again as I groan softly. Oh God, I think I’m dying! Did I eat something bad last night?
I lay still, willin
