This headache, this everywhere pain, made thinking nearly impossible. Even breathing hurt. “Are you all right?” Zavier asked, his voice low. “Fine.” If fine meant I wanted to die, then yes, I was fine. It was the first time he’d checked on me since we left the coast. It was the first voice I’d heard since then, too. No one had spoken, not a single word. We’d all blindly followed the Guardian toward daybreak.
