Reborn From Ashes, Found A Love

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ely. "I can' t. I' m

could send me into anaphylactic shock

dear. Am I making you uncomfortable again? Perhaps I should just

their guests were all on us. "Amira, don' t make a scene," he gri

beer into my hand. Carter had decked him without a second thought, his voice ringing with protective fur

a physical ach

ght of my mother' s smiling face, and drained the bubbling liquid in one go.

n the angry red hives blooming across my skin. My throat be

ambulance. I couldn' t risk my mother seeing me lik

acted. He scooped me into his arms and carried me

d her. "Francine didn' t know, Amira. She feels terrible. She' s

oice grating on my raw nerves. I wanted to scream, to laugh at the absurdity of

amines worked their magic, and the suffocating tightness in my

y eyes fluttered open. The room was dark and empty. Carter was gone. I looked a

my pillow. I pressed it again and again, but no on

tling beside me. I had to get help. I stumbled to the door and pushe

ed on the door, my voice hoarse.

a sound from the adjacent room. A woman' s b

ere sickenin

And Fr

, with my IV running backward and the call butt

t, my throat growing raw, my fists bruising against the unyielding wood. And all night,

utside my door was moved. Carter walked in, looking refreshed and

on my face. His expression shifted instantly to one of deep concer

g in my chest. I didn' t have the energy to feel

pensive, cloying perfume Francine always wore. The smell filled my lungs, a

nd, calling for doctors, playing the part of

table, began to ring. It was the property manager from

here right away. It' s your mot