WILLOW'S POV.
“Willow, sit down—come on, under here,” Olivia’s voice urged, her hand firm on my shoulder as she guided me toward the shade of a large tree at the back garden of the quarters.
The world was spinning. My head throbbed so violently it felt like someone had driven a blade right between my temples.
“I’m fine,” I lied, gripping my forehead, my hair still dripping from all the water I woke to find myself drowning in. My voice came out more breath than sound. “It’s just… a little headache.”
But Olivia didn’t buy it. She crouched beside me, still carrying the half-empty bottle of water in her hand. She sighed, brushing stray leaves from my arm as I sank down against the tree trunk. “You look pale as hell, Willow,” she muttered, worry etched all over her face. “Delta Kade carried
