FOB

Keenan flopped back against his mattress and sighed contentedly. “Oh, this was a great idea,” he said, closing his eyes. His aura was pulsing gently, ready to start flaring at any moment. He needed to rest and, with all the campers resting, now was the perfect opportunity.

“Are you all right?” Bertram asked, his brows furrowing.

Without opening his eyes, Keenan nodded. “Need a nap. That’s all.” It was strange, though. He was taking his medicine, so he couldn’t understand why his aura would begin pulsing. His brows furrowed. After he had taken a nap, he’d analyze his medicine.

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