Chapter 87: Nyra’s POV

My tongue and throat felt like sandpaper.

The voices outside the door rose and fell in sharp waves, but none of it mattered more than the dryness scraping down my throat. Every swallow burned. I pushed myself upright slowly, careful this time, waiting for the spinning in my vision to settle.

Kita? I whispered internally.

‘Still here’ she murmured, sounding drowsy.

‘But you’re dehydrated. Drink something.’ She added.

Right.

Water.

Luckily someone had ...