Avery POV
A faint glow pressed against my closed eyelids, pulling me from the depths of sleep. My body felt heavy, my limbs stiff, but something wasn’t right.
My eyes fluttered open, and the moment I took in my surroundings, my breath hitched.
It was already dawn.
Panic shot through me as I turned to Aidan. He was still lying there, unmoving. His fingers, which had held onto mine so tightly last night, were now limp at his side.
My chest squeezed painfully.
I reached for his hand, but the warmth was gone. His skin was ice-cold.
Yet, when I pressed my palm against his forehead, my own burned at the contact. He was scorching hot—like a furnace trapped inside an icy shell. His face looked pale, almost chalky, and for a terrifying second, I thought...
No.
I pressed my fingers against
