Livia’s half-day was nothing short of suffering.
After Henry left her with the lifesaving painkillers and a glass of water, she managed to gather enough strength to drag herself into the bathroom. The moment the warm water hit her skin, she let out a deep, relieved sigh, standing under the spray longer than she probably should have. The heat loosened the knots in her muscles, and the pounding in her head began to dull to something bearable.
By the time she stepped out, wrapped in a towel and feeling somewhat human again, she had to begrudgingly admit that Henry’s hangover remedies actually worked. The painkillers, the shower, even the lemony drink he had forced her to take a few sips of before he left, had started to do their magic. She still felt like death, but at least she wasn’t on t
