Chapter 59: Drug or Desire?
Evelyn all alone in the room sat up on the bed, taking off the black blazer clinging tightly to her heated arms, her mind spiraling under the effects of whatever drug was coursing through her veins. Her body betrayed her, pulses of warmth spreading across her every nerve. Her heart raced like a wild horse, flooding her senses with an insatiable need. She stumbled slightly, gripping the nearby nightstand to steady herself, her breath shallow and uneven.
Her thoughts wavered between confusion and dread. What happened? she wondered. What the hell was happening to her?! She raked her fingers through her hair, trying to focus and find clarity in the fog consuming her mind. Sweat beaded on her forehead, her skin flushed with an unnatural heat. Everything felt wrong! Someone surely trapped her!
The air around her felt thick, almost suffocating, as if it were pushing down on her every movement. Her hand reached out to rub her throat, which was hot and dry. Water! She needed water, anything to cool this fire burning inside her.
With trembling hands, Evelyn crawled to the edge of the bed, her vision hazy and unfocused. The room spun around her, colors blurring into shapes that barely made sense. She spotted a glass pitcher sitting on the small table in the corner of the room and pushed herself off the bed. Her legs wobbled as she staggered towards it, each step more unsteady than the last.
Reaching the table, Evelyn picked it up, her fingers fumbling to grasp the glass. She filled it with water, droplets splashing over her trembling hands. But just as she raised it to her lips, the door creaked open.
Evelyn blinked, her vision distorting even further as she struggled to focus on the figure stepping inside. She squinted, confusion clouding in her eyes. The heat in her body only intensified, making it hard to think straight.
"Zev... Zevian?" she called out softly, her voice hoarse with desperation. Her throat was parched, her mouth dry from the intensity of the drug.
"Evelyn," a familiar voice replied, but it wasn’t Zevian.
Evelyn’s gaze cleared just enough as the man walked over to her and stood in front of her. It was Vincent! A shiver ran down her body as his hand tried to grab her, his gaze roaming over her. She swayed where she stood, the glass slipping from her hands and shattering on the floor.