Amaya’s POV
As soon as I returned to my room, I rushed to the bathroom and started throwing up in the toilet.
I had forced myself to eat—not because I was hungry, but because I just couldn’t stand Dante’s presence.
When I finished cleaning up, I stepped out of the bathroom and collapsed onto my bed, spreading my arms as I stared up at the ceiling. My body felt weak, drained from both the nausea and the exhaustion that never seemed to go away.
“I can’t wait to leave,” I muttered and closed my eyes.
The door creaked open, and I opened my eyes as Suri stepped in, holding a glass of water in one hand.
“You look pale.” She muttered, closing the door behind her. “Did you throw up again?”
I sighed. “What do you think?”
She frowned, walking over and handing me the glass. I took a sip before setting it on the nightstand.
“Have you heard anything from your friend Adam?” I asked, but she shook her head sadly.
“You know the Nightshade Pack is very far from here. It would take a
