Kane Townsend was awakened by the heat.
In the middle of the night, she was unbearably thirsty, her throat felt like it was on fire.
She got up to go to the living room to find water to drink, her steps a bit unsteady.
So hot.
She turned on the living room light, went to the table, found a cup, and poured a glass of water.
Holding the cup, before she could drink, a wave of weakness hit, and the cup slipped from her grasp.
On the balcony, Jace Pierce heard the sound of the cup shattering.
He stubbed out his cigarette and stepped into the living room.
Kane frowned, feeling frustrated.
She didn't want to clean up; she wanted to find another cup.
Water splashed across the white floor; the floor wasn't very slippery, but Kane couldn't stand steadily. She propped herself against the table, feeling nauseous as the room spun around her.
Jace caught her just in time.
Grasping her wrist, he felt the unusually high temperature of her skin.
