Elwin Cole's breath hitched.
His head throbbed.
His stomach twisted in a way he'd never felt before. The pain was sharp, raw, unbearable.
He was confused, frustrated. He had no idea what was going on. How did he appear in Poppy's body?
His first instinct was to roar, to demand someone fix whatever was happening. But when he opened his mouth, all that came out was a soft, pained gasp.
"Elwin," the voice came from the bed.
His voice.
But it wasn't him.
Across the room sat his body, his tall, commanding form, staring at him with wide, teary eyes. No. Not him.
It was Poppy.
"What the hell did you do?" he rasped, clutching his stomach. The pain flared again, cruel and relentless.
Poppy, wearing his face, raised a brow. "Oh, don't start blaming me. I should be blaming you for this too. What did you do?"
"What I did?" Elwins asked staring at her. "Do you think I would want your body?" He raised his voice a bit, pain surging through him and he sipped the air.
