Theo didn't knock. He stormed into the room like a tired thundercloud who had personally given up on the concept of optimism.
“You,” he said, pointing at me like I had committed a crime by existing. “Are taking a rest day.”
I blinked up at him from the bed. “No. I am not.”
“Yes. you're.”
“No, I am not. I have things to do. Evil to fight. Traumas to avoid. People to annoy. I am busy.”
Theo pinched the bridge of his nose. “Lainey, you collapsed from a psychic attack. You're taking one day to recover.”
I sat up straighter. “I am fine.”
My body answered this bold lie with a deep bone ache, a faint headache, and the very clear awareness that I had, in fact, not slept at all.
Theo stared. “Rest. Day.”
I opened my mouth for another brilliant argument, but Addy chose that exact moment to
