Isabella’s POV
A dull ache throbbed behind my eyes as they fluttered open, the ceiling above me blurring in and out of focus. A low groan slipped past my lips before I could stop it.
“Bella, you’re finally awake.” Asher’s voice carried a thread of anxious relief.
I tried to push myself up, but my arms felt like water. Asher was already at my side, steadying me with careful hands. “Easy… be careful,” he murmured, his gaze searching mine.
I managed a faint smile, weak but reassuring.
“Here, drink this.” He pressed a glass of water into my hand. The cool surface grounded me, and I took a cautious sip.
“You’ve been asleep for hours,” he added, worry lacing his words. “Drink a little more.”
His concern softened me, so I obeyed, draining the glass before passing it back.
“Asher… where’s
