Alina's POV
The phone screen illuminated my face in the darkness of the bedroom, casting eerie shadows across the walls.
1:17 AM, the digital clock on the nightstand read. I wondered who it could be by that time.
My fever had broken hours ago, but sleep remained elusive, and that was only because I couldn't get Lila’s visit off my mind.
Whatever she had said to Leo and Sebastian weighed on my mind heavily. I wonder when next she would strike, but I know I wouldn't allow her to do that again.
I picked up my phone from the nightstand and my blood turned ice on seeing the name displayed on the screen.
Lila.
"How's your fever, Alina?" Lila's voice dripped with false concern, each syllable laced with mockery that made my skin crawl.
"Save your fake care," I snapped, my fingers tighten
