Chapter One Hundred and One

Hermione

I groan in a languid attempt to push myself up in bed, dry-heaving. Aiden quickly sets the towel he's using aside, moving in to help. He guides me gently with his hands to a sitting position. I dry-heave into my fist, a frown marring my face.

Nausea lodges in my chest, and my throat feels ...

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