~ NYSSA
I awoke with a gasp.
I could not remember the contents of my dream or even a memory of what had terrified me so much but I sat up, clawing at my throat as I fought to breathe. My throat had dried up in a second and it felt like the fucking desert.
"Nyssa?" Rowan's concerned voice filled my ears. "Are you alright?"
I ignored him, pulling myself out of bed. I cursed when I realized we were no longer in the palace and there was no jug of water sitting by the bedside.
With a groan, I headed for the doors but Rowan was quicker. He grabbed my wrist with one firm grip and turned me to him.
"What's going on?" he asked, brows knitted in confusion. "Are you hurt?"
"Water!" I choked out.
I jerked my hand from his grip and rushed down the stairs. I didn't even bother to grab a cup, I just turned on the tap and lapped up the water.
