DAMON
The migraine hit me before I even opened my eyes. A dull, heavy throb sitting right behind my temples like something had taken up permanent residence overnight and wasn't planning to leave without a fight.
I blinked at the ceiling, soft white, clean sheets that smelled faintly of something familiar and grounding, and I lay there for a second just taking inventory of my own body.
The burn was gone. There was a residual ache deep in my bones that I knew would fade by afternoon but the worst of it, the crawling fire under my skin, the poison moving through my blood, all of it had quieted down to something manageable.
I sat up slowly and Rika was already there.
He was leaning against the wall beside the door with his arms folded across his chest, his dark jeans and black tee from
