Elsie’s POV

It's morning and here I am, lying in bed like a soggy piece of bread. My head is pounding, my throat feels like it’s on fire, and I’m pretty sure I’m sweating enough to fill a swimming pool. Honestly, this fever is doing the most . I’ve been feeling off for weeks now, and it’s like my body finally said, “Girl, sit down.”

Madriod is sitting next to me, his face all scrunched up with worry. He’s trying to act cool, but I can tell he’s freaking out.

“Madriod,” I croak, sounding like a dying frog. “I’m so sorry. I’m such a mess right now.”

He shakes his...