CHAPTER 61
MARA’S POV
I hunched over the sink, my hair dangling over my sweaty face as I threw up–far worse than the first. Strands of my hair matted to my face, mixing with the bike scattered on my lips. My vision swarmed, my chest tightened and I felt a sickening sensation crawl up my chest.
It happened again.
I grunted, throwing the spittle forming in my mouth as I leaned against the sink. The cold ceramic bit at my skin, sending a cold feeling crawling up my spine. An acidic taste had settled on my tongue and my insides felt… hollow.
I stretched my hands weakly and turned on the tap, letting the cool water run over my knuckles. My eyes remained on the stream for what felt like forever when I suddenly heard commotion erupt outside.
Lila’s voice.
“No, don’t you f*****g talk abo
