When Felicity woke up the next day, she stretched and felt around for her new love, Dimitri, but he wasn't there. His smell wasn't there. She opened her eyes to see her other husbands, and then the heat hit her like a wall, not fever, not sickness, but something deeper, something that crawled up from her bones and turned every nerve ending into a live wire.
Felicity was on her feet before she even understood why, the soft throw blanket slipping from her lap as she stood in the centre of her bedroom. Her skin prickled. Her chest felt tight, too tight, like the walls were closing in and the air was too thin and nothing-nothing-was right.
She needed… Pillows.
Every pillow. Every cushion, every throw, every soft thing in this entire crumbling manor. Now.
"Voss," she called, and her voice came out high and thin, almost desperate. "Voss, I need, I need all of them. All the pillows. From every room. Right now."
