Xavier's POV
There's something distinctly unnatural about sickness plaguing a Pureblood.
We're immune to bacteria and viruses. Our bodies burn off drugs too fast to elicit any symptoms of a high.
Feasibly, I can't chalk my current issues up to a plague or illness, but that was the only way I could think to describe what was happening to me.
Stepping into the villa, I was aware that a large amount of time had passed. I was equally aware that most of it was a blur. I remembered gold eyes and an unwelcome guest and gunfire. I distinctly remember Emelie in the jet with her head in my lap--though my rational mind told me that it couldn't have been Emelie. It wasn't Emelie. Illusions of grandeur. Hallucinations?
What substance was strong enough to make a Pureblood hallucinate?
After
