Fagua

I felt something familiar, the same feeling I had when I first mated with Winter. A feeling of exhaustion, as if every last piece of energy had been taken from me. I couldn't control these gnawing feelings that were constricting my thoughts. I sucked in a breath of air and I felt as if I was slowly waking from a dream. My body felt cold and numb.

I tried to open my eyes—it was as if I'd lost all sense of time—but it felt as if I’d been in a coma. One that I was desperately trying to awake from. Though I couldn't see properly, I knew that I was alone.

Husk had brought me to the hotel and left me. I wondered for a split second if I was in the casino.

Nope, the room was rustic and antique. A wooden table, red carpet, and deep red matching curtains hung from silver rings over the floor-to-ceiling windows. Nothing about this room was familiar. I tried to sit up, to get a better view so I could draw the curtains and take in my surroundings, but I felt so weak. I realized that mating with