Chapter 33
Aaliyah
My body felt so hot, like I was on fire. Sweat pooled on every inch of my skin as I lay on the mattress. It's been a few weeks since we left the camp from hunting, and I haven't really been myself. I thrashed, feeling suddenly irritated by the air I breathed.
I woke up drenched in sweat. Turning around, I saw the door open, and Hayley walked inside.
"What's wrong with you?" she asked. "You haven't been yourself lately."
"I am not alright," I said, rolling to my side.
"Hmm," she said. "Could be because of change of environments."
"I'll be fine," I said. "Where's Tristan?"
"He left for an urgent meeting with the Council in NYC," she said.
"When will he return?" I asked.
"He'll be back tomorrow," she said. "I was thinking you should come to my house. I made breakfast for us."
"Alright," I said slowly, rising from the bed, and I made my way to the bathroom.
