The ice bath won't stop the heat.

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Pain. Red, hot, burning pain.

If I had known that the heat would worsen if I did anything with someone shortly before it started, I'd never have agreed to sleep with Lazarus. I don't regret what we did, but I hate the effect it had on the heat.

It's never been this bad. Every year, I managed to escape the territory and hide; up to this day, no one has ever found me in a situation as messed up as such.

My body never excreted such intense pheromones. The scent is so strong that even I can feel it- while my mind is fighting against the effect, my body's busy inviting men to come close.

I can thank Lazarus for the ice bath, but I doubt it'll help for a long time. Even now, with most of my burning skin soaked in the ice water, I can feel beads of sweat running down my face and neck.

I take a few deep breaths and wash my face, forcing myself to get a grip. I have to focus and fight the stupid heat before I lose my mind.

There's no one out there to help me. Or there are a few