Building Her Throne Burying My Heart (Claire) novel Chapter 90

I took the fastest shower of my life, cleaned up the wound, slapped on some fresh antiseptic, and crashed onto the bed. The stabbing pain in my stomach had eased a bit, replaced by this low, sick feeling. I popped a pill and somehow drifted off.

I don’t know how long I slept, but I woke up sweating, burning up from the inside out. My mouth was bone dry. Everything was spinning, and even the sheets felt too heavy. My whole body ached, like I’d gotten run over.

I pressed my hand to my forehead. Fever, no doubt. Still half-asleep, I dragged myself out of bed to look for water. My room was on the first floor, so the kitchen was just a short walk. I squinted in the dark, bumping into furniture until I finally found the dining room.

I gulped down glass after glass, but nothing helped. My throat was still scratchy and dry. I reached for another glass, but the water had run out.

Seriously? I grumbled, feeling cranky and miserable. “How can there be no water? In a house this big, and not even a drop left… So stingy…”

I barely finished the sentence before a cool voice came from behind me. “With the way you’re drinking, even ten water coolers wouldn’t be enough.”

Even with my brain foggy from the fever, I knew it was Claire.

I glanced back. She was standing by the stairs in her pajamas, arms crossed, looking annoyed. The living room was dark, but the moonlight made her skin look almost silver.

“It’s just water,” I muttered. “You’re seriously counting every glass?”

She didn’t hesitate. “Yeah, I am. What’s your point?” She shot back, “Do you think water’s free? I pay you, give you a place to stay, feed you, and now you’re just helping yourself to anything you want?”

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