The next morning, Adrienne woke slowly, her body heavy and aching in ways that had nothing to do with the restraints from the night before. Sunlight filtered through the curtains of their usual bedroom, soft and golden, but she felt anything but warm. Her skin was clammy, sweat beading on her forehead despite the chill lingering in her bones.
Dimitri stirred beside her, instantly alert when he noticed her pallor. He propped himself on one elbow, resting a hand on her forehead. His brow furrowed.
“You’re burning up,” he muttered, concern sharpening his voice. He slid out of bed, wearing only loose pajama pants, and headed straight for the bathroom. Bottles rattled as he rummaged through the medicine cabinet, but nothing seemed right.
He grabbed his phone from the nightstand and dialed.
