My Monster
"What?"
"There's another window," Aaron continues. "The next blood moon. Six months from now."
Relief should follow. Instead, my headache spikes viciously, a hot lance of pain driving straight through my skull. I hiss under my breath and slump back into the chair.
"Six months," I repeat hoarsely.
"You don't sound good," Aaron says immediately. "Are you alright?"
I drag in a slow breath. "I think... I think the Hollow might be affecting me again."
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