Peach's POV
The anger I feel within me is inexplicable. The smirk on her face makes me want to beat the s**t out of her right now. I don't know what's wrong, but I hate how I'm feeling. My body feels like it's on fire, my skin heating up unbearably. I glare at Cody, demanding an explanation with my eyes, but he just stands there, silent.
“Peach, I think you need to leave now. You aren’t well,” Asher says, grabbing my wrist. He immediately lets go as if burned. “You’re burning up,” he adds, his voice laced with concern. Cody’s eyes widen, his own concern mirrored in his tone.
“Are you okay, Peach?” Cody and Amon ask simultaneously, their voices overlapping in a symphony of worry.
“I’m fine. You don’t need to worry about me,” I snap, my eyes locking onto Emma. The stupid smile on her fac
