Aurora
I feel warm fingertips on my cheek, brushing down my lower lip, and when I recognize Jaxson’s smell, I immediately jump up, alert. My body isn’t ready for that movement. I hit the floor, out of a bed that I don’t recognize, and my stomach churls painfully.
Whatever is in my system, isn’t done with me yet.
I stumble toward the sink across the room, my tongue so dry it’s rough in my mouth, and I pull myself to a stand so I can flip on the faucet and let the cold water run out into the sink. I splash it all over my face, tipping a handful down my throat, and try to make sense of my surroundings while the room spins endlessly in my eyes.
There are footsteps behind me, and I can’t pinpoint why, but I expect Xander to burst into the room and taunt me with more pain, something that
