Wrapped tightly in a thick, heavy duvet, Jillyanna sat curled in the center of her bed, shivering violently. She sniffled and sneezed repeatedly into the damp fabric, but she didn't care about the icy chill settling deep into her bones. Her long hair, still drenched from the rain, hung in dark, heavy clumps over her shoulders, constantly dripping water onto the mattress until the sheets beneath her were thoroughly soaked.
A wave of intense dizziness washed over her, making the dark bedroom spin dangerously. Her body was burning with a resurfacing fever while her hands remained bone-cold. Yet, despite the fog creeping over her mind, she forced herself to stay awake. She needed to hear him speak. She had a mountain of agonizing questions buried deep inside her chest, and she demanded answers right now—before she forced him to leave her life forever, or before she gathered the strength to vanish from his.
