Chapter 48 Forty-eight

• RORY
• I’m rudely awakened by a ray of sunlight streaming in through the crack in the curtains, landing directly on my face. My eyes are bleary when I force them open, squinting at the sun like that would direct the ray of light elsewhere. Newsflash, it doesn’t. If anything, it only fries my eyes further and I close them and look away quickly before it gets the chance to completely ruin my vision.
• Groaning, I lift my hands to stretch because my entire body feels real fucking sore and am surprised to find that they don’t budge. I frown and turn away from the curtain to look down at my body and that’s when I realize that there’s a heavily muscled hand slung over my upper body.