LIANA
The first thing I noticed was the warmth, soft and all-encompassing, spreading over my body like a thick blanket. My eyelids fluttered open, revealing the faint flicker of light peeking through heavy curtains. The room smelled faintly of cedarwood and rain, clean yet foreign.
“Liana?”
I turned my head toward the sound, my movements sluggish. Callum sat in a chair beside the bed, his sharp features softened by an unusual expression—concern.
“You’re awake,” he murmured, his voice low, as if speaking too loudly might shatter me.
My head throbbed as I tried to sit up, but his hand shot out, steadying me before I could fall back. “Take it slow,” he added.
“What happened?” My voice was hoarse, barely above a whisper.
“You fainted,” Callum explained. “The fight must have taken mor
