Chapter 21--What sort of game is this?

CRYSTAL

My joints made cracking sounds as I tried stretching my pale body on the bed, wanting to feel the warmth of the duvet. They felt so stiff like rusted irons that needed lubrication.

My eyes at once shot open in a flash, the lights in my illuminated room almost blinding my sclera. I whipped my face to take a peak at the windows.

The rays of the sunlight were seeping in through the curtains, making the temperature in the room warm. I truly didn't know what was going on with my body. I seriously can't believe I had spent the whole of yesterday slipping in and out of consciousness.

I felt so ill and sickly yesterday. My head spinned, my throat ached and my skin was searing hot.

This sudden illness was alarming.

I had just a hazy memory of what transpired yesterday.

My mind travelled to Leonardo and in a flick, the memories came rushing back into my mind like floodwaters without restraint.

He was in this same room by night with me, feeding me from his hands whilst