Elena POV
I woke up feeling hot all over, my body tingling with an unbearable ache. It was like my skin was on fire, every nerve ending oversensitive to the slightest touch.
What the hell was wrong with me?
I groaned, shifting under the sheets, only to realize I was drenched in sweat. My breathing was heavy, my chest rising and falling too quickly. My thighs squeezed together involuntarily, a wave of frustration and need rolling through me so strong I nearly cursed out loud.
I forced myself to sit up, my head spinning.
Where the hell was I?
Looking around, I noticed the familiar dark-toned furniture. Ace's room. Right.
On the small table beside the bed, a tray of food sat untouched. My stomach growled loudly. Maybe eating would help.
I forced myself up, legs feeling weak and shaky, and grabbed a piece of bread, then some fruit, eating quickly. But the more I ate, the worse the heat inside me became. Unbearable. Suffocating.
