Sophia
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I was burning up.
Every inch of my body felt like it was on fire, my limbs heavy, my skin damp with sweat. But none of that mattered.
Not when my father was coming.
Not when Ricci had the answers I needed.
I shoved the covers off and pushed myself up, my body immediately protesting. My legs wobbled as I stood, a wave of nausea crashing into me, but I forced myself forward.
Isabella’s voice followed me as I stumbled toward the door. “Sophia, you’re not supposed to be walking around! Where are you going?”
“Nowhere,” I lied, gripping the doorframe to steady myself.
The hallway seemed to stretch further than usual, the walls pushing outwards as I stumbled one foot in front of the other. I was breathless and my head was pounding by the time I made it to the liv
