Chapter SEVENTY-THREE
Cold sweat
Irena's POV
I woke up in cold sweat, panting and gasping for air. My hands were on my neck and my throat was burning.
I haven't had a nightmare in centuries, and I didn't know what to feel about what I had dreamt of and I know that I didn't want to think about it.
I checked the time, it was six forty-five. I drank some water from the bottle of water I always had next to me on the bedside table and I went to the bathroom. I washed my face and looked in the mirror, a little worried about what I would see.
I looked just fine, but my throat hurts like it was on fire, and swallowing was painful. I washed my face, put on a pair of joggers and a tank top, and walked out of the room, into the living room because I was suddenly feeling claustrophobic.
Changing my mind, I walked out of the house, towards the garden and I saw a figure bending over, and plucking some strawberry fruit. It was Fray.