ELLA
I have spent the past two days writhing on the floor in agony. One minute it feels as if my skin is on fire and am willing to sleep with anyone that steps into my bedroom. The next minute I am freezing cold. There is no reprieve from this hell that I am in. I thought nothing could be worse than having runes marked on my body, but I was wrong. The burning sensation of the runes tickles compared to the burning pain of my heat.
My mother has called several times to talk me through the pain but it never ends well. In the beginning I tried to hold a conversation, but the pain of the heat is too much, and I can’t finish the call. Now I just let it ring until she eventually hangs up. I know Erebus is pacing back and forth outside of my room because the scent of honeysuckle dr
