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Contra-Bandy ch10When I woke up, my head was pounding again, and someone was nuzzling my neck. That was almost as annoying as the headache. I hated cuddling on principal, but it was worse when I knew it was just my drunk roommate. "Get off already. How much did you have last night anyway?"
The nuzzling slowly included lips. God. It tickled like hell. Whatever he was dreaming, I didn't want to be part of it. My recent experiences had quite put me off dreams. Truthfully, I did want mine less than Shawn's, but not by very much.
He grumbled something and I really had to hit him then. It didn't move him, and it made him do something that tickled so much I nearly swore out a laugh. There were probably small countries in which I could have him arrested for this kind of behavior. I'd have to get out a map and the internets later and find one of them.
Contra-Bandy ch9Uff da.
My head was killing me, and my hands felt as if I'd stuck both of them into a garbage disposal. I moaned into the coarse pillow and tried to smother myself. My whole face felt dry and stretched, as if I had the mother of all sunburns. And the inner curve of my elbows both felt bruised. For a second I was certain that I'd fallen out of bed, then discarded that notion on the basis that I still had a pillow as well as an itchy blanket underneath me. Apparently I'd been too keen on my nap to get under the covers.
"It's about time you came around."
I shot upright, then had to bite back a cry of pain. "Jimmy?!"
He was leaning carelessly against a large console, so that I wondered if he'd planned it out. A tentative smile played on his face, but something seemed to be holding it back. "You still don't remember me, do you?"
It was actually a complicated question. I remembered him as part
Spin . Revolution 9
In Which Travis Is Cautious and Rather Intelligent (and then a little brave and stupid)
That morning, Travis awoke to find the cottage oddly empty. Usually he could hear Ayleigh downstairs making breakfast, or hitting the ceiling with a broomstick to make him get out of bed if it was a school day. Maybe now that Damien was back, they were talking in the library, or something more private. Travis made a face. He still wasn't fond of the idea, but he was probably going to have to get used to it.
As long as he didn't have to go back to school when this was over.
He got dressed, put on a pair of nearly new boots he'd gotten as an early birthday present, and then left his room to check on Orah. She wasn't there. The bed was neatly made, and her haversack was lying at the foot of it, so she hadn't left
Gnawing on his lip, he tromped down the stairs. "Orah?"
"I'm right here, you don
Spin . Revolution 8
In Which Travis Is Having Trouble Adjusting
He touched his swelling eye and cursed. Boy, was he going to catch it when he finally got home. They'd ganged up on him this time, the ill-begotten snobs. Travis had lost fights before, but they'd always been against much more impressive opponents, not Imner Wendelbie and his stupid little friends. In Travis's defense, he'd always had a sword or two before. He wasn't much with his fists, and for the first time in a long while, he was painfully aware of how skinny and uncoordinated he was.
His only consolation was that Ayleigh had stopped crying at night. The walls in their tiny cottage were thin as paper, and for the first handful of nights, he could hear her, quietly letting out all the frustration and resentment. He'd never told her, not even when she asked him why he always looked so tired.
Learning his lessons had never been his favori
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