I tried to act casually about it as I slipped out from under Cooper's arm and sat on the side of the bed, letting the breeze hit my face—it felt really nice.
“How are you feeling this morning?” Cooper asked.
“Not much better,” I replied.
“You should stay in bed,” Cooper suggested, propping himself up on his elbows.
“Maybe. I need to use the bathroom,” I said.
I got up slowly and managed to make my way to the bathroom, taking my time once I was in there.
I splashed some water on my face and examined my reflection. I looked paler than I had ever seen myself before, and I had no idea what was going on with me.
I had never been sick before—not even when Vincent deliberately poisoned me with wolfsbane or silver during his particularly cruel moments.
As I made my way back to the bedroo
