XYLA
A fit of pain surged through me, knocking me off my feet. Ashton caught me by the waist before I could hit th ground, his eyebrows furrowed in concern as he stared down at me.
"What's happening, Xyla?" he asked.
Like I would know?
"It... it hurts," I managed to cry out, grabbing onto his shoulders.
My eyes seemed to be heating up, and a stinging ache broke out in the tips of my fingers. I let go of him, glancing at them, my eyes widening when points started to surface from my skin. Blood oozed out, and I sucked in a breath, my mind running wild with questions.
"What's happening?" I sobbed, looking at Ashton.
He looked more afraid than I did. "I--I don't know."
Darkness came over me, and my knees gave away, leaving me limp in his arms. The last thing I could remember was Ashton
