~ Camilla

The cold crept in faster than I thought it would. At first, I thought I could power through. I wrapped the scratchy hotel blanket tighter around myself and ignored the ache in my back from the tile. I told myself I was fine. That this wasn’t so bad. That frostbite was better than sin.

Then I sneezed.

Just once.

Then twice. Then I kept sneezing. Repeated, messy, pathetic little explosions of breath that I tried to stifle but failed miserably. It was like my immune system had finally joined in the sabotage. Like my body had taken Stephano’s side.

“Jesus Christ,” I heard him mutter from above. “You’re...