Zachary's POV
The fire had burned low, casting long shadows against the rocks, but I was already awake. My ribs ached with each breath. I could feel that the wound had not healed yet. I could barely remember what happened last night.
"You're awake," Kelly said, looking back at me. She was crouched at the edge of the firelight, feeding in dry sticks.
"What happened?"
"You fell unconscious due to a fever."
"That's not possible," I muttered.
"I told you we don't know what diseases they carry," Kelly scolded. She stood, brushing off her hands. She moved past me, and that's when I caught her scent again: blueberries. It brought my memories back in an instant.
I noticed her scent after we fled into the hollow and kissed her. I remembered her reaction and the way she'd pull
