Sophia
Whispers and Warnings.
I woke up in a fog, my body heavy, my limbs weighed down. The fever had broken, but a dull heat still smoldered under my skin, making me weak and restless. The room was dimmer now, curtains drawn back just enough for a sliver of the evening to tickle into the air.
A faint wisp of Ricci’s cologne lingered in the air, clean and dark, but he was nowhere to be found.
Not that it mattered.
I slowly sat up, bracing my palm against my forehead. My body was no longer burning, but I wasn’t entirely well either. The fatigue hung over me, and it turned every movement into a slog through heavy air.
I glanced at the door, half of me expecting him to come through it. The last thing I remembered was him catching me, his voice teasing but gentler than usual. The way he
