Poisoned Dreams

POV: KAELIA

My muscles ached with a relentless, throbbing heat. The latest bout of sickness left me drained, shivering against the damp sheets as my body fought the lingering poison of the wolfsbane flush. I lay still, drawing in shallow, ragged breaths while Kastor stood by the tall dresser mirror. He slid a silver cufflink into place, snapping it shut with a sharp click. In that crisp black tux