Chapter 301

• After Zayla Steele went in and scrubbed her hands with soap, an itch pounced out of nowhere. It grew worse by the second. It started on her back, then spread to her hands and neck.
• She stared at the rash blooming across her fingers. Suddenly she felt tight in the chest, breath snagging. She leaned against the wall, one hand braced on the sink, but even that couldn’t hold her up.
• In just a short moment, heat flared under her skin. Nausea rolled up hard.