Erica POV
I feel like crap as I carry Cybil’s food to the basement. Mason disappeared and Benedict refuses to tell me where he went. Cybil is my last hope for an answer.
The guard unlocks the door for me, but I only manage to take one step inside before the stench from the basement overcomes me.
“Dear goddess,” I mumble, pushing the tray into the guard's hands and running to the nearest bathroom.
I reach the toilet just in time before my body convulses. I hold on as I hurl until it feels like I sprained a muscle. Exhausted I lean against the wall and wipe my mouth. I am so utterly sick of being sick.
The past six months were great. Mason was here, he did not touch another female, and I felt like myself again. There was no flare-up of any kind—just blissful health… until he left. The s
