"What the hell am I doing here?" I glared as recognition of the familiar walls of my bed chambers at Castle Wredel settled in, reminding me of the hell that had incinerated all my plans last night.
"Resting."
"I could have done that perfectly well at Wrenyth." I snapped at Zakariel, my wolf eyes that should have adjusted easily, blinking unnecessarily at the sun's rays spilling into the room. Another reminder of the strange happenings of last night.
"You are sick."
"I am not." I growled, snatching my hand which Zakariel carefully held and staggered from my bed. "I do not get sick." I bit out even when my body felt strangely weak and my head throbbed with an unfamiliar ache. My heart too. There was a strangeness buried in the crevices of my chest. Something I was unwilling to face be
