LUCIAN
Something is wrong. I feel something off in the air the moment I step into the hall.
An unusual scent hits me. It's not blood, or fear, but some sort of aura of illness. Like the cloying rot of fevered skin and damp linen.
“Leah,” I mutter, my heart dropping.
“Where is she?” I bark, already halfway down the corridor.
Sasha meets me at the threshold of Leah’s room, her face pale and unreadable. “She’s inside. It’s… gotten worse.”
“What?” I don’t wait for an answer. I push past her and into the room. The sight before me shocks me.
Leah lies curled in the middle of the bed, her skin is weirdly red, and soaked in sweat. Her lips are cracked, trembling. Blood splatters onto the pillow as she coughs.
“What the…”
The world blurs as I stagger toward her, falling to my knees b
