Chapter Forty-Six
Moana’s POV
I woke to the faint rustle of movement in my room, the kind that makes you snap awake before your brain even processes why. My eyes flicked open, and Alex was standing near the foot of my bed, leaning casually against the wall, his hands stuffed into the pockets of his jeans.
“Moana,” he said softly, almost cautiously, “you’re awake. How… how are you feeling?”
I tried to sit up, and my body groaned in protest, every muscle sore from the events of the past days. Alex’s eyes widened slightly, and he stepped closer, placing a hand lightly on my shoulder.
“You’re worse than I imagined,” he said, a teasing smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “Miracles do happen.”
I frowned at him, though a small laugh escaped me despite the ache in my body. “You sound li
