Ambrosia POV
Blood wasn’t supposed to be this black.
It was all I could think, holding the tissue I’d coughed into. It was dark, thick- not the cute specks of bright crimson one might see in a drama. I wondered if it was blood at all, but the stench of it erased all doubts.
This isn’t good, Sylvia said, appearing on the end of my bed. She walked around, and I closed the tissue before she could get a good look. Why didn’t you tell your mate you are unwell?
“Because it will pass,” I lied. I was dangerously unstable- even if this didn’t pass, even entering into my home would be enough to grant someone enough bad luck to walk into oncoming traffic on ‘accident.’ If I called for help, that help would suffer more than I was already. “I’ll just make myself some tea.”
I pushed myself to my fe
