Iris's POV 

I woke up feeling warm.

It was the kind of warmth that sat under the skin and pulsed, that had been building all night while I slept in short broken stretches and woke up each time feeling worse than before. My top was sticking to me, the sheets felt like too much.

I pressed the back of my hand to my cheek and held it there. It was warmer than yesterday.

I took my morning suppressant with a full glass of water, stood at the window and breathed the cool air coming through the gap, and waited for it to start working.

It took the edge off. Not...