Chapter 150
- Alaria:
- I woke because the room tilted, slow, like the world had been set on a lazy spin and then nudged. And though I did control myself, I couldn't help but find myself wanting to vomit.
- For a breath I thought I was still pressed against Liam, the safe weight of him against my ribs. Then the scent hit me: smoke and something metallic, and beneath it a cool, clinical soap that did not belong to our house.