FIORELLA’S POV
When I opened my eyes, I was lying on a blanket with another draped over me, and I was close enough to the fire that I could feel its warmth against my skin.
My hair was still damp, my body still cold, but at least the shivering had stopped.
The boy who’d saved my life—Rhys—was sitting on a log across from me, concern written on his face.
He didn’t look like he was from around here.
I winced as I sat up, pain spreading through my entire body.
“I ran back to my place and brought them.” He nodded toward the blankets before giving me a small smile. “Are you hungry? I didn’t know what you liked, so I got everything.”
He stood up and reached for the backpack leaning against one of the trees.
Then he stepped closer to me.
I flinched on instinct and shuffled backward,
