Ayla’s POV
I barely make it into the bathroom before throwing up my guts into the sink. I grip the edges of the sink, sweat beaded at my temples as I try to stabilize my breathing.
When it finally passes, I rest against the porcelain and lift my head, the girl staring at me barely looked herself.
Dark circles had begun forming under my eyes, and the last thing I wanted was people sensing something is wrong with me.
It’s been a week since I last saw Kael, a week since I said I hated him. He’s probably avoiding me because of that but he needs to do something about the bond. I wake up almost every night restless, I just want some peace in my life but it looks like that’s only something I can dream of.
I rinsed my mouth and splashed cold water on my face. Then I grab on a leather jacke
