He just looks at me, putting a large hand underneath my head. Gently he presses a switch, and the bed tilts into a sitting position.
"I am Sky," he answers me while reaching for a small cup of water. "Are you thirsty?"
My mind flashes back to the first night that I met Jamil, who had murmured the same words. Pain and loss strike as I search through the meager memories, trying to salvage the remnants of beauty that are left.
"Where's Jamil?" I ask him urgently, my heartbeat skyrocketing.
Horror races through me at the recollection of the Vampire Clan's words the day before. What if the entire pack is dead right now? What will I do with my shameful self?
"Who you should be worried about right now is yourself. Do you feel better?" he asked.
Do I? I hesitantly release Sky's wrist and reach towards my own head. A terrible pain sweeps through me, and I groan.
"It's like a migraine," I mutter, ripping my hand away.
