Chapter 33

Callista's eyes snapped open. Bianca's face hovered, with angelic features and a demon smile. Callista's throat felt lined with sandpaper. She saved the calories and said nothing.

Seeing her lying there, weak as a declawed cat, Bianca smirked and settled herself on the edge of the bed. "Maxwell said your fever is psychosomatic. Comes from depression." She tilted her head, mock-concerned. "Why put