KYLIE REGAINED HER CONSCIOUSNESS - AVA'S DEPARTURE
A sudden, violent nausea jolted me awake, pulling me out of the thin fog of sleep. I barely made it to the bathroom, stumbling over cold tiles before collapsing against the toilet, my stomach heaving as I emptied what little I had left inside me. I gripped the rim, too drained to even lift my head, as the fluorescent bathroom light painted everything in a washed-out, harsh glow. Lysander’s steady hand reached down, brushing my hair back, his fingers cool against my clammy skin. He flushed the toilet quietly, his gaze never leaving me.
“Guess I’m not so glamorous anymore, huh?” I tried to laugh, but it came out as a weak rasp.
“Not funny,” he murmured, his jaw tightening. “This should never have happened. I should have kept you safe.
