Chapter 83

Jacob POV

Two hours of shut eye, that’s all we’ve had. The lack of sleep is starting to take its toll as Jocasta and I fall out of bed.

With my eyes swollen shut, I take a quick cold shower to invigorate my tired limbs. It works momentarily, but by the time we make it downstairs, my body moves with a sluggish gait.

“Morning, sleep heads,” chirps Ophelia at the breakfast table. Jocasta and I look at her and take our seats.

Breakfast is an array of deliciously divine fruit and yogurt. Somehow, I can’t stomach eating anything right now. My head feels like someone’s taken a power drill to it. This feels worse than a hangover.

Jocasta, on the other hand, is tucking in like a hungry lion, uncertain of when she’ll eat again.

“I take it you slept well,” Ophelia winks at us.

“Yes, thanks for putting up with us,” I say. Jocasta pays her no attention and is reaching for the bowl of strawberries.

“Thaddeus should be down momentarily; he’s just making arrangements for Clarisse,” she says.