chapter 7

Katya Squeezing into my tights I have barely pulled them up getting ready to meet my brother, when the coldest feeling runs over me, filling me with dread. All the energy in me is being sucked out, making me clutch the dresser for support. I shake the feeling away and gasp. My energy levels drop so low that I might faint after taking only one step forward. Even my hand, which is clutching the dresser, doesn’t feel like mine but like rubber. I can’t fully feel it and am close to losing control over the movement. “Kat?” Mateo calls my name, rushing into the room. He radiates fear and worry, but as soon as he stands next to me, the strange sensation vanishes as quickly as it came. “I’m fine, I must have stood up too quickly,” I tell him. Deep down, I know that won’t work, but I still try to smile to reassure my mate that I’m fine and that there’s nothing wrong with me. However, in true Mateo fashion, he still insists on checking every piece of me. He reaches for my arms and moves them, ev