Liana
As I let myself in, the smell of the motel room hit me.
It smelled like disinfectant and damp carpet, the kind of clean that never quite erased what had been there before.
I parked the cart in a corner, taking out the food and placing it on the small counter.
I crossed the room in three quick steps.
Remi was curled on his side, tall form halved. He was still…too still. His normally handsome face was pale except for the hectic splotches of red slashed across his cheeks and brow.
"Hey," I whispered, brushing my fingers over his forehead. Way too warm, worryingly so. My chest tightened. "Rem, wake up."
His lashes fluttered. "You're back," he murmured, voice thin but smiling anyway. "
"Yes sweets, picked up the cart from Aldo as well"
I reached for the thermo
