Seriously? For crying out loud, seriously?!

“It burns!” I cried, still holding my face. I wanted to cry, which was new, and surprising. I have endured pains more intense than this, and my throat has never closed up, but now my chest, my throat, and eyes were burning, and it wasn't even the coffee.

It was Axel, fussing over me.

“Christ, Rosette,” he muttered, concern evident in his voice, grabbing my hand and peeling it off my face, leading me out of the kitchen. “Are you trying to get yourself killed?! Is that how you plan to escape us?”

“What happened?” I heard Kross’ voice, his usual cool voice rough...