Anaya's POV
“Anaya…” I heard several whispers and threw my head up only to realize he had started shaking vigorously. Was it the wet towel?
I rushed to him quickly and sat beside him. “Damien? Damien.” I tried to make him still, but it wasn’t working. He continued to shake vigorously, and I became confused about what to do.
“Paxton? Paxton! Help!!” I screamed. Nobody could hear me, and I rushed outside. The guards should have heard my screams. Why weren’t they rushing into the room to know what had happened?
I flung the door open, and Paxton met with me there. “What’s wrong, Anaya?” He asked, his breath unstable.
“I— I don’t know. I swear—“ I was almost crying. What if it was the wet towel that I placed on his forehead? What if it has done something wrong in his system or probably it
