#Chapter 195: The Monk AKA the Queen’s Doctor

I woke in the morning with my head feeling like it weighed at least twice what it usually did. This jet lag was really catching up with me. When I sat up, the room swam a bit, and I had to sit still for a moment, blinking until everything had righted itself. “Is everything all right?” Charles asked. I nodded. “Just jet lag,” I said. “All of this trouble we’ve been dealing with... It’s caught up with me.” He kissed my forehead. “I just wanted to make sure before I sent you off on your own. It’s going to be a couple of days before I see you again.” He paused, his gaze flicking between me and the mirror. “I was hoping maybe we could make love one more time before you left.” I shook my head, and this time, the room didn’t stop spinning. I ran for the bathroom, throwing up in the toilet. “Maybe I actually caught something,” I called back to him. “It’s probably better not to be in my personal space, right?” “You should take some supplements,” he suggested. “Your immune system seems to