Author's pov
Ethan pushed the door harder, but it barely moved.
Something heavy was blocking it from inside.
He turned sideways and squeezed through the small gap, then stopped at once.
Aria was lying on the floor, unconscious, still wearing the coat he had given her that morning.
Her skin looked too red, and her face was flushed with heat.
He didn't need to touch her to know she had a serious fever.
Without thinking, he bent down and lifted her into his arms.
The moment his hands brushed her clothes, the cold dampness made him flinch. She was soaked through, rainwater clinging to her like ice.
No wonder she'd collapsed.
He carried her straight to the bedroom.
The room smelled faintly of citrus and paper, a scent that was clearly hers.
He opened the cl
