When I tried to stretch out the kinks in my body the next morning, I found it difficult to move. Despite the screaming protests of my limbs, I sat up, getting lightheaded in the process and gasping from the pain.
The room was unfamiliar, with a colouring that deceived me into thinking I went back to the palace before the previous day rushed back to me. This belonged to Zion, not his father.
My skin felt like it belonged to someone else. An unknown thing slithered inside me, crawling up the side of my arms to my chest like a centipede, leaving goosebumps on its wake. I looked down at my hands, barely able to lift them, to see goosebumps spread all over them.
“You’ll be alright,” Zion whispered at me. I turned to face him and hissed, hand flying to the side of my neck. It stung. Whe
