Chapter 39 Frenchtips

Jaxon groaned as his eyes fluttered open. He lay still, staring up at the ceiling, trying to blink away the blur clouding his vision. A dull throbbing pounded in his skull, and as he pushed himself upright, the pain intensified. “Arghh,” he gritted out, cradling his head in his hands. Squeezing his eyes shut didn’t help much, but he tried anyway.