CHAPTER 17

SEBASTIAN

I woke up with the worst headache known to mankind. I let out a groan as I lazily raised myself to a sitting position. I cradled my head and shut my eyes tight. I was having trouble gathering my thoughts.

I looked around the room. My backpack was still on the bed, half open with clothes lying around it.

“What the hell…”

I stayed staring at the bag like it was going to answer all the questions running around in my head.

I was going to look for Alora. I was packing my bag. How did I end up falling asleep? And why was my body so sore?

I looked at my phone in panic. The date read 21st.

“What the fuck?” With my hands on my head, I paced back and forth in the bedroom. It was the 19th when I’d started packing. That meant… that meant that I’d slept for two days. How was that even possible? Was I that tired? I knew I hadn’t been sleeping recently, but was it so bad that I completely passed out for two days?

Alora was still out there somewhere, and here I was sleepi