Kallisto's POV
I'm back in my suite. The sun shines brightly, intruding on my misery. It's afternoon, but I'm still in bed.
Although I spent the early morning in bed, smiling and remembering my date with Apex, the afternoon brought severe pain. Now, I tighten my arms around my stomach, resting in a fetal position on my bed.
The tremendous throbbing pain pulsates through me. It makes the electric sensation I feel when something terrible happens to feel like a tickle.
Why is this happening to me?
"Kallisto," Freya's concerned voice intrudes into the quiet bedroom. "Are you okay?"
A sudden jolt of pain hits my chest, causing me to groan. I close my eyes, shaking my head. Did my groan sound like a growl?
"Kallisto," Freya repeats, her voice becoming more worried. "Are you well? Kallisto
