Damon appeared behind her, his expression unreadable. “Elara, don’t make a scene. It’s just food.”
“You know I’m allergic,” I said firmly, looking at both of them.
Serena’s smile turned smug as she raised an eyebrow. “It’s just a little herb, Elara. You’re not going to die from one bite.”
Damon sighed, clearly annoyed. “She’s right. You’ll be fine.”
My heart sank. I stared at him, hoping for a hint of the man I once knew, but he just looked bored.
“Fine,” I muttered, not wanting to argue anymore. I took the plate and turned away, setting it down on the nearest table.
But it was too late. The scent of the herbs had already triggered my allergy. My throat tightened, and a wave of dizziness hit me.
“Damon…” I gasped, clutching at my chest.
He didn’t even move. “Someone get the doc,” he said casually, taking Serena’s arm. “She does this all the time.”
The last thing I saw before everything went black was the two of them walking away, laughing.
***
I woke up to the sterile smell of the pack doctor’s office. The faint beeping of a heart monitor filled the room, and my Dad was sitting beside me, his arms crossed and his face tight with anger.