Chosen By The Dragon Kings novel Chapter 20

I have this strange sensation rush over me, blistering heat consumes every piece of skin. I feel like I am boiling from the inside out. Sweat coats my skin and my hair is saturated and stuck to my face. I am so hot I find it difficult to breathe, having to really focus on each breath I took forcing myself to breathe. Rolling over, I feel delirious, like I have been drugged as the entire room shakes violently around me.

I look toward the bed, but all three are still sound asleep. My mouth is so dry my tongue is sticking to the roof of my mouth. Getting on my hands and knees, I try to crawl to the bathroom. My knees getting stuck inside the oversized shirt making me fall forward with a thump.

My hands are glowing red, so hot I think my skin would melt off at any moment. I grit my teeth through the pain that is searing throughout my body from my head to my toes. My entire body becomes consumed with fiery heat. Using the end of the bed, I pull myself to my feet hanging on to the bedpost. Waiting for the room to settle as I am hit with the most severe vertigo. The room is slanting and I feel like gravity was against me.

Looking at the bathroom door, I stagger toward it, hitting the door frame as I try to grip onto it. My legs feel heavy, forcing myself to remain upright. Suddenly, my feet go out from underneath me and I feel like I am falling backwards. Only to find Matitus had grabbed me, cradling me against his chest.

“What’s happening?” I try to ask, but my words don’t sound like my own. Blinding light makes me squeeze my eyes shut tight as they flick the bathroom light on. I can hear voices; they are distorted and are hard to understand. Cold water washes over my skin makes me gasp as my body temperature plummets and my eyes snap open with shock. My skin cools under the steady stream of water.

I lean heavily against Matitus, and I feel my breathing becoming easier as I feel my core temperature plummets.

Matitus is sitting on the shower floor with me draped across his lap. All three shower heads turned, cooling my temperature to bearable levels. Feeling hands grabbing and pulling at me, I am forced to lean forward as I feel the shirt being lifted off my head.

I try feebly to stop them from stripping me but can’t put up much of a fight when I can’t feel my limbs.

“It’s just the Dragon heat, Elora. Stop thrashing.”

I wasn’t even aware I was thrashing; I couldn’t feel my body, only the burning as it consumed me.

“Make it stop, make it stop!” I screamed.

“We can’t unless we mark you, it will stop, you just need to ride it out,” Silas says.

“Do you want us to mark you, to make it stop?”

I shake my head or at least I hope I did and then I feel nothing, absolutely nothing as darkness wrapped around me taking my sight, my taste and feeling, as the darkness swallows me.