Chapter 105. So Weak and Thin

Hycinth

The alarm clock next to my bed blared the unpleasant news that it was time to start another day. I cringed and moaned. Eyes screwed shut, I flailed my arm in its general direction, and my hand smacked the front until I found the snooze button. Silence fell. I inhaled slowly. But my reprieve would be short.

It had been six weeks since Lucky had threatened to call Leander if it didn't get out of bed. And every day since then, I'd dutifully gotten up and gone to work and tried to pretend I was okay. But every day, instead of feeling better, I just felt worse.

Leander invaded my every thought. It didn't matter whether I was awake or asleep. When my eyes were open, images of Leander's tortured and incredulous expression at the moment he realized I knew about his mother waged war for the worst memory in my life against the pain in his violet and cerulean orbs just before he turned his back on me and walked away.

And when my eyes were closed, fate was even c