CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

After drinking the whole bottle of the antidote Caleb left out, I walk over to the bed that I first woke up in. I fall into it and I fall into a deep sleep. I can only hope that the antidote will work at this point. There are no guarantees, but I know I’ve done my best and that’s all I can do right now.

When I wake, I have an intense fever that leaves me soaked in sweat. My body is weak and shaking. And I'm terrified. I can feel myself dying. But I don't want to die in this agony. And I am in agony. I bury my face into the pillow and scream.

Caleb still isn't here. Where did he go? Why isn't he here to help me? Didn't he realize I'd return? He left the antidote out for a reason. So, how could he leave me here by myself?

This man is supposed to be my mate. But he runs from me at every chance he gets. Mates aren't supposed to do that.

What if I got it all wrong? What if he isn't my mate? Why do I feel this way about him if he isn't my mate? Why does life have to be so strange and unf