I woke up with the worst taste in my mouth—like bug legs and bad decisions. I could have sworn that I still felt the humidity from that dark place like a physical layer on my skin. Shuddering, wondering if I should take a shower, I realized that I was back home.
Groaning, I blinked open one eye, then shut it just as fast when I realized the room was too bright, my blanket was missing, and I was currently being used as a teddy bear.
"Why is it always me?" I mumbled, rolling my face into the nearest warm surface. "I just granted a wish. That should've cleared my damn quota for the month. Maybe even the year. Can't a girl catch a break?"
"You were muttering about bugs," came a soft voice near my ear. Luca. Of course, it was Luca. His heartbeat was too steady, too calming to be anyone else. "Did you have a bad dream?"
