Chapter 11 CHAPTER 11

KRYSTAL’S POV

My skin is on fire.

That’s my first coherent thought, swimming up through a thick, syrupy haze. I’m in my guest room, but the bed feels wrong. The air feels wrong. Everything is too sharp and too blurry at the same time. A deep, restless heat coils low in my belly, a pulsing ache tha...