Kayden’s POV
I groaned as the light hit my eyes.
Pain came next, but considering what I had to fight, I’m not surprised. My left side burned like acid had been poured into the muscle. Even breathing hurt.
I tried to sit up.
Big mistake.
The room spun. The poison was making me nauseous, I needed to wait until it got out of my system.
“Easy, princess,” came a familiar drawl from the corner. “You look like death warmed over. Which, honestly, is an improvement.”
Cirrus.
He was lounging in the armchair by the window like he owned the damn place. One leg slung over the armrest, a half-eaten apple in his hand. His usual smirk was there, but there was something in his eyes that told me he was not in a good mood.
I dragged a hand over my face. My fingers came away sticky with dried blood
