“No.” Chey said flatly and waved a dismissive arm in Talyssa’s general direction. “I don’t want your smell blankets. I’m fine.” As she said it, a shiver raced through her and she shuddered.
Goddess, she wished she had her phone. Cheyenne had grown dependent on the device not only to help distract her mind or distract annoying people from talking to her, but holding it gave her a sense of connection to the world. Her phone always had the answers to the questions she had. She hadn’t had that on her little island growing up. There’d been no cell phone reception out there anyway.
Hurrying her steps as another shudder gripped her, Cheyenne was just short of running across the wide courtyard. If she could at least make it to the sunny spots, she’d feel better.