Chapter 66 Maxon
Chapter sixty-six
Maxon
My mind drifts, heavy and sluggish, as I sit here, head lolling forward every few seconds.
Sleep claws at me, demanding surrender, at the same time that my body screams for sustenance.
I need sleep, I need food, and blood, but most of all, I need Everly.
My throat is parched, every swallow a razor’s edge.
My gums ache insistently, a reminder of the hunger that gnaws at me.
It’s been a few days since I fed from Everly, and the punishment my body has endured since then has been pure torture.
I barely register the touch at first, too lost in the haze of exhaustion.
Then gentle hands cup my face, firm yet impossibly tender, lifting it upward.
My eyes flutter open, and instinct stirs—a snarl building in my throat, ready to lash out at whoever dares to touch me. But the sound dies before it can form.
Jeweled green eyes stare back at me, shimmering with tears. Her tears. My breath catches, the sight cutting through the fog like a blade.