Elle POV
The fever came back slowly—a simmering, molten ache instead of the violent inferno from before. My body shifted restlessly on the sheets, searching for his warmth even as the embers inside me began to glow again.
“Blake…?” I whispered into the dimness I still couldn’t see.
He was there.
I didn’t hear him move.
I felt him.
A pulse of heat in the air, the quiet rasp of breath he tried to steady, the heavy thrum of something ancient beneath his skin.
His hand brushed my cheek—barely, as if afraid he’d burn me.
“Little wolf,” he murmured. “I have something for you.”
Glass clinked softly. I tensed.
“It’s the antidote,” he said gently. “For your sight. It… it may sting.”
I swallowed. “Why do you sound nervous?”
A pause.
A breath.
“Because once you see me,” he said, voice l
