~ALINA’S POV~
The rain had stopped, but the wind still whispered through the cracks in the castle walls. It was early, the sun just rising, but I hadn’t moved from his side.
For two days, Valentino had drifted in and out of consciousness, feverish and stubborn, refusing to let anyone near him but me.
I sat curled up in a chair beside his bed, chin on my knees, watching his chest rise and fall beneath the covers. The bandages on his shoulder were still clean, no new bleeding.
That was a good sign.
A subconscious exhale left my mouth.
I should have left for Toronto by now. The attorney was waiting. Guilia even called him yesterday—he said he’d still be in Toronto until Friday, but after that, he’s traveling.
Today is Wednesday. If I don’t leave soon, I might miss the chance to claim
