Ella’s POV
Something doesn’t feel right. My head is pounding so hard it feels like it might split in two. I open my eyes slowly and try to focus on the ceiling above me, but even that feels like an effort. Everything is spinning slightly, and I can’t remember how I got here.
“What’s happening to me?” I whisper to myself, my voice dry and weak.
I try to think back. I was in the dining room, and the guard, Daren, came to me with a drink. He said Cyril told him to give it to me. I remember the glass, the sweetness, and the strange heaviness that followed.
Then darkness.
Now I’m in bed, and I don’t remember how I got here. My mind feels slow and heavy, like it’s dragging through mud.
“What did I drink?” I press my fingers against my temples. “Why do I feel like this? I don’t remember dri
