33. BACK TO YOU

SERENE’S P.O.V.

TWO MONTHS LATER

Three knocks then a second of silence.

“Serene.”

I rolled to the side of the bed, unable to open my eyes. My hand hung over the edge of the bed. My mouth was ashy dry, sweat beads collecting on my forehead.

“Serene, I am coming in.”

Another second passed then the door cracked open and swung.

I didn't even hear him approach. Damn mafia men with their gentle feet.

“We can’t continue like this. I think we should head to the nearest town.”

It took everything in me to open my eyes. The night had been the worst so far. Since I was a baby I never even caught a cold yet there I was, nearly skin and bone. At first I used to joke that it was Kein dick withdrawal. Two months later I could barely even open my eyes. I licked my dry lips and forced myself to push up. A hand soon sat on my forehead.

“ You are burning up again.”

“ I am fine.”

“ No, you are not. We haven't trained. It’s been two months and you are only getting worse. We have to risk it.”

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