Eva POV
Why am I seeking Kal out? I don’t know, but every fibre of my being is telling me I need him in my foggy state.
I feel like I’m half asleep and can’t wake up as I try to force my eyes open and lift my head from the pillow.
“Kal...” I whispered.
I was trying to talk normally but was so weak and groggy that it was as loud as I could. I wanted to ask what was wrong with me, but couldn't even do that.
“I’m right here, little one.” His deep voice seemed to wrap around me, calm me like nothing I'd ever experienced before. Or is it the fog?
I went to ask where, when his face appeared in front of me and I automatically smiled. My hands finally working, reaching for him without me asking them to. As I said, it was like my body craved him like he was the last drink of water on earth
