Chapter 20. It Was Axel, Yet It Wasn’t

ROSETTE

Seriously? For crying out loud, seriously?!

“It burns!” I cried, still holding my face. I wanted to cry, which was new, and surprising. I have endured pains more intense than this, and my throat has never closed up, but now my chest, my throat, and eyes were burning, and it wasn’t even the coffee.

It was Axel, fussing over me.

“Christ, Rosette,” he muttered, concern evident in his voice, grabbing my hand and peeling it off my face, leading me out of the kitchen. “Are you trying to get yourself killed?! Is that how you plan to escape us?”

“What happened?” I heard Kross’ voice, his usual cool voice rough with worry. I didn’t open my eyes, first because they were burning, and second because I might cry.

“She spilled coffee on her face,” Axel informed them, making me sit.

“What?!” Kross and Kade asked at the same time, almost shouting.

“On her face?” Kade asked, and I felt him beside me. Without opening my eyes, I knew he was kneel