Chapter 37

• Rayne’s mouth felt like she’d dipped her tongue in paste, and was so dry she could barely swallow. She would never take pills again without finding out exactly what they were. She was sure she’d never been that looped before from medication, but with everything she’d been through in the last day it wasn’t completely shocking. Rolling over, she pushed back the covers, suddenly feeling too warm, which would have been welcome after constantly feeling cold since her storm experience, but this wasn’t a toasty warm feeling. What she felt was hot and groggy, that same way you feel when you wake up with the flu, but haven’t had any symptoms yet.
• “Rayne?”
• She opened her eyes, they seemed heavy or larger she wasn’t sure, and tried to focus in on the man at the end of her—his bed. Rayne tried to swallow again. “Drink,” she croaked. Devin moved with a startling speed and was beside her. He placed a cool hand on her forehead and she relished the feel of it for the few seconds he left it there. He cursed under his breath and moved away.