The day of the hunt

"Inez."

"Inez..."

"I... nez..."

Inez gasped for air as her eyes popped open, clutching the sheet as she was on her elbow. She was sweating buckets, her complexion pale, and blood pumping through her veins twice faster than usual. 

"I hate this," she whispered when she recovered slightly, closing her eyes as she collapsed back on the bed. When she reopened her eyes and gazed at the high ceiling, she breathed out sharply through her mouth. 

"I hate her," she added, but the emotions in her eyes said otherwise. 

Ever since she visited Aries after the opening banquet for the season, she had been having 'nightmares.' She would constantly dream of Aries and hear her voice calling her name over and over and over that even during the day, she would zone out.