Chapter 45: A Different Kian
Elara’s POV
Bed. My bed. That was all I could think as I stumbled down the hallway, each step heavier than the last. Classes had ended late, and I’d barely made it through them. My skin was clammy, my limbs ached, and my stomach… oh moon, my stomach felt like a pissed-off dragon had taken up residence and was clawing to get out.
Myra stirred restlessly in my head, pacing with a worried growl. “What… What did you eat today?” she asked, voice thinner than usual.
I couldn’t answer. Couldn’t even blink properly. My mouth was dry, my vision blurry. All I knew was that something wasn’t right. I didn’t just feel sick, I felt like I was breaking.
Every joint burned. Every bone throbbed. My heart was beating too fast, too loud, like it was trying to outrun somethin
