DANTE POINT OF VIEW

I woke up with a throbbing headache, it felt like my head was on fire. I rubbed my temples and headed out toward the infirmary. On my way, I caught a glimpse of someone, then I stopped dead in my tracks. My eyes caught a glimpse of her again.

Kayla.

She was in the garden, sitting on one of the stone benches near the fountain, her hair falling loosely around her shoulders as she stared into the water. The soft morning sun made her look almost unreal, too delicate for a ...