Chapter 67: Addicted

Xaden

My wings were on fire. Pain shot through every muscle, every bone through my entire body. I shivered; my teeth chattered no matter how hard I clamped them down. But I shouldn't be awake. Something had triggered my healing sleep to pause and the twisting I felt in my gut said whatever hurt me wasn't good.

I squinted an eye open, my other one was still too swollen. The Roulex had thrown me back in my cell.

"Riley," I croaked out, my voice scraped my throat raw.

She lay next to me in her prison shirt that was torn and exposed her bare stomach. Her prison pants barely covered her ass.

What is the dovrikx?

I crawled over to her. She held one of the cups, but the water had splashed out onto the floor. I touched her cheek. Cold. Too cold. Her lips were dry and cracked, her skin was pale.

"What the hell did you do?" I asked her, not expecting an answer.