Theo
I looked up from the floor, trying my best to talk through the scorching ache that burned my throat. I blinked wearily at Ren, who's grin died slowly on her face.
"Hello," I said quietly, trying not to sound rude by ignoring her.
She looked up at me with a frown. "You look ill, Theo."
"I don't feel so great," I agreed, managing a weak smile. The flame intensified even more, reducing my throat to tatters.
I ran my pale hand through my hair with a sigh, blinking wearily again. I had never felt so thirsty, ever. But the horrific thought of killing someone to satisfy the ache was weak compared to the joyous one in which the pain left me all together. I would have to drink some time soon, whether I wanted to or not.
My hand tightened into a tight fist as someone entered the room. I didn't want to talk to anyone, couldn't they get that? I looked up at the person with a cold glare.

