ELARA
"This should heal by tomorrow," he whispered casually, handing me a shot, which I eyed absentmindedly. "This is for any impending fever," he said, forcing the shot into my hand. Knowing he wouldn't relent if I refused, I swallowed it whole.
He packed everything away, and after dropping the first aid kit off, he went to the wardrobe and began rummaging through it. By now, my brain was becoming foggy from the potion he had made me take, and my eyes were starting to droop.
He came back with a nightdress and dropped it on the bed, reaching out to tug on my towel. I panicked, grabbing his hand feebly. At the contact, my stomach did a double flip. I retrieved my hand immediately, as if electrified. From the look in his eyes when they met mine, I could tell he felt it too. I swal
