Aleera
For the past three days, I have felt terribly sick. I don’t know if it is because I have only been getting half a breakfast a day since I now shared with Ryze or because of the bond.
The siren for the next glass blares, and I groan. I wish I had a theory class all day; I would have even put up with Darius and Tobias’ torment and snide comments filled with hatred, walking seems like so much effort and I want to go back to bed so I can lie down. The last thing I feel like doing is that damn obstacle course.
Darius looks over at me when I place my head on the desk, not wanting to go. I feel hot, and my skin is clammy. My stomach twists violently, and I feel hungry as well as in pain.
“Aleera, next class,” Darius snaps, and I look up at him.
Darius cleans off the board he was wri
