'God.'
Kaya pushed herself off the bed and walked to the kitchen, her bare feet silent on the wooden floor. She grabbed a glass and dumped a spoonful of sugar into it, then filled it with water from the clay jug. God knows where that idiot Sparrow was with his stupid lemons.
She gulped down the sugary water in one long pull, trying to calm the fire raging through her body. It didn't help. Not really. But at least her throat wasn't dry anymore.
She set the glass down harder than necessary, the sound echoing in the quiet house. Outside, she could hear the Vultures shifting positions, their presence a constant, irritating reminder that she wasn't alone even when she wanted to be.
Kaya pressed her forehead against the cool wood of the table, closing her eyes. The heat pulsed through her in waves, relentless and maddening. Whatever this was—bond, fever, curse—she needed it to stop.
But it didn't. It just kept burning.
