A thought struck me hard and fast.
Fever dreams.
In high fevers, some people talk. Ramble. Spill things they wouldn’t otherwise. Secrets. Feelings. Half-coherent memories. Truth.
I glanced down at Vaughn, watching the sweat bead along his temple, his chest rising and falling in shallow motions. The flush on his face hadn't eased despite the cold cloths. And if this dragged on longer than a day, Thalvion would alert his emergency contacts. Possibly even get his sister involved.
Two visits a year were allowed by academy protocol—his sister, Vanya, could be called in to check on him.
This could be my way in.
I wasn't proud of the idea forming in my head. It was low. Desperate. Strategic.
But so was this game she started—running, hiding, lying.
"Just hang in there for one more day." I
