There was a throbbing ache in Shay’s shoulder.
The bed was so comfy and she was still tired. She didn’t want to wake up, but she knew she had to. She had slept for too late and she was injured and Vivienne was going to be worried . . .
Shay bolted upright, sending a new wave of pain through her arm and knocking the ice pack that had been resting against it to the floor. In an attempt to kick the covers off herself, her legs became tangled and she fell to the floor.
She managed to land on her good shoulder, and it hurt, but not as bad as it would have if it had been her injured one. The covers landed over top of her.
Shay heard the door to her bedroom open, and then a gasp.
“Shay? Are you alright? Why are you on the floor?”
The covers were pulled away to reveal Sienna in the afternoon sunlight. She stared inquisitively at Shay. Shay was aware for the first time of what she must look like. She could see the bruise blossoming on her shoulder, and she knew her hair probably resembled a bird’s nest.
“I fell,” Shay offered.
“I figured.” Sienna helped her to her feet and settled her back down on the bed. She stooped to pick up the ice pack. “You know, you’re lucky you didn’t break anything.”
Shay took the ice pack and held it against her shoulder. It was cold and stung, but it helped to get rid of the annoying throb. She winced at Sienna’s words. “Sorry.”
“Don’t apologize to me. You nearly gave Vivienne a heart attack, from what I heard,” Sienna said. “And considering vampire can’t have heart attacks, it must have been pretty serious.”
Shay looked down at the other hand that rested on her lap, and didn’t respond.
“I already healed the minor scratches and Grandmother Clarissa will have to patch up your suit, but you’re in pretty good shape for someone who dove out of a moving vehicle. That bruise is the worst of your injuries.”
Shay peeked under the ice pack at the purplish-blue tint that took up most of her shoulder and upper arm, and then she turned back to Sienna. “Did Vivienne tell you why I jumped out?”
Sienna shook her head. “I didn’t ask.”
Shay pulled her legs up onto the bed and wrapped her arms around them. She rested her chin on the top of her knees. “I’m sure someone has told Chalice already, so you’d be the only one who doesn’t know.”
“You don’t have to tell me.”
“I want to,” Shay replied. “I . . . I need your help, Sienna.”
“What’s wrong?” She settled on the edge of the bed next to Shay.
“I wear an amulet of celestite because sometimes my feelings get out of control. It helps to draw out my negative energy, but it can only do so much. If I get too angry or scared, bad things happen.”
“I’ll have to look through my spell book, but I definitely think there are some things in there that can help you,” Sienna offered. “Meditation is a good way to help with peace and concentration. And I know Chalice uses some mental tricks to control her own temper.”
“Thank you, Sienna.”
“I’m glad to help. I also made some of my tea. I know you don’t like it, but it will help to wake you up. Do you want me to bring a cup up for you?”
“No. I’ll come down with you. I don’t want to lay in bed any longer.”
She’d slept soundly last night without dreaming. She thought it was too good to be true and was afraid that if she laid back down, she’d fall asleep and the nightmares would come worse than usual.
Sienna smiled, and Shay let her bare feet slip back down onto the floor. She set down the ice pack and leaned over to grab a handful of the covers, but she had trouble getting it onto the bed while only using one arm and so Sienna had to help her. They spread it back over the bed, not bothering to fix the rumpled sheets underneath.
Shay readjusted her pillow, and then grabbed the ice pack to press it against her shoulder once more.
Sienna watched over her carefully as they went down the stairs, hovering like a mother hen. Shay stumbled once, more on account of her own clumsiness than anything else, but Sienna still helped to steady her again.
“Is Vivienne home?”
“No. I don’t know where she went.”
“And the others?”
“I think Lacey had to go to her college classes, Ace and Phoenix are playing video games, and Chalice . . .” Sienna giggled. “Chalice is still hung over from last night.”
“ Again? ”
“You know, she invited me to one of her parties before.”
“How did that go?”
“It wasn’t like a coven meeting at all. There were so many humans, and they were tripping all over the place and their dancing was horrible. I’ve never been to a more disorganized event in my life,” Sienna told her. “And not to mention, Chalice didn’t warn me about the watermelon.”
Shay sat down at the table in the kitchen as Sienna stood on her toes to grab a mug from one of the shelves. “What was wrong with the watermelon?”
“They spike it.” Sienna filled the mug with tea from the pot on the stove top, and then brought it over to Shay. She set it in front of her and took the seat beside her.
“That’s ridiculous,” Shay said, unconvinced. She’d never been to a party before, but that still seemed like a absurd notion. Then again, humans were strange. “How on Earth do you spike a watermelon?”
“She tried to explain it to me that night. She got as far as something about cutting a hole in it, but then I threw up all over her shoes.”
“Oh, yuck.” With her good arm holding the ice pack, Shay used her bad arm to slowly lift the mug to her lips. She blew on it, and then took a sip. She made a face and forced herself to swallow, the bitter liquid spreading warmth throughout her body. “Speaking of yuck . . .”
Sienna smiled bashfully. “When you’re done, we can look through my spell book and practice some of the calming techniques, okay?”
Shay nodded and hurried to finish the gross herbal tea. When the mug was empty save for a few tea leaves, she had a much livelier atmosphere accompanied by a burnt tongue.
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