ALLISON’S POV
Focus, Allison.
Focus on anything else but the thirst.
But that was easier said than done when all I could think of was the unbearable dryness that plagued my throat. It was maddening.
My skin was hot and damp with my sweat but this wasn’t a side effect of the poison. No, the poison had long worn off. Neither Alistair nor his master had returned with another dose in hours. Whether they’d forgotten about their prisoner or had something more devious brewing was beyond me but I was grateful for the reprieve.
I’d almost forgotten what it felt like to not feel like the blood in my veins had turned to acid or like millions of tiny spears repeatedly pierced my skin.
The period of reprieve hadn’t lasted long, however, because the pain returned with violence and it wasn’t becaus
