Alina’s pov
The evening air was cool against my skin when I finally woke from my long nap, probably the aftermath of the fever. The fever had broken sometime during the noon, leaving me weak but clear-headed.
I refused to go to the hospital with Sebastian because I wasn’t ready to face the outside world up until this moment. He was quick to call for a doctor seeing my resistance to go to the hospital.
I could hear movement in the kitchen, the familiar sounds of dinner being prepared, and I forced myself out of bed despite my trembling legs.
Sebastian had ordered takeout. I could smell the rich aroma of Italian food as I made my way to the dining room, steadying myself against the wall. He looked up when I entered, relief flooding his features.
“You’re awake. How are you feeling?”
“B
