?Chapter 630:


    Before I could say a word, he was already on his way out, his hurried steps echoing in the hall. I stared after him, my heart sinking as he disappeared around the corner. Anxiety gnawed at me, a cold wave of dread sweeping over me. Was it my imagination? I felt as though we were slipping away from each other. The thought sent a bitter sting into my chest.


    But what right did I have to feel this way? Evelyn had risked her life to save mine. She was my savior. I couldn’t afford to be petty or self-absorbed.


    Curling up under the covers, I felt the weight of my own thoughts pressing down on me, trying to sort through the unease swirling in my heart. Perhaps it was my miserable mood, but the fever seemed to be getting worse. My head grew heavier, my body burned with heat, and the symptoms became unbearable.


    The heat pressed in on me, the world around me blurring, my consciousness drifting like a leaf on a stormy sea. Pain overwhelmed me, sharp and relentless, as if countless needles were piercing my body, leaving me in utter difort.


    Just as I felt I would be swallowed whole by the pain, a cool hand pressed softly against my forehead. That touch pierced through the haze in my mind, clearing the fog for a fleeting moment, while a strange fragrance drifted to my nose.


    In the blink of an eye, a yful and teasing voice murmured in my ear, “What a poor thing you are.”


    Makenna’s POV:


    I fought against the weight of my eyelids, desperate to see who had stayed by my side during such a turbulent time. But the fever coursing through me blurred my vision, and all I managed were faint, futile flickers. My eyes refused to fully open, trapping me in a foggy half-awareness.


    Yet, amidst the agony, something unusual happened. The cool hand continued to rest gently on my forehead, its touch soothing the relentless heat. The strange, almost ethereal fragrance drifted around me, weaving through the haze and quieting my tormented body.


    Who could it be? The question clung to my fading consciousness.


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    “Who are you…” I murmured, barely aware I’d spoken aloud.


    A soft chuckle broke the silence, a sound so clear and enigmatic it sent a shiver down my spine. Then, a warm breath brushed against my ear.


    “See? I warned you. They’re not to be trusted.”


    I was so confused. Who were “they”? I wanted to ask, but before the words could form, a wave of drowsiness swept me under, pulling me into an imprable sleep.


    I didn’t know how much time had passed when I finally stirred again. Beaming sunlight poured through the window, harsh and blinding. I squinted, shielding my eyes as reality sharpened around me.


    Daylight.


    The raw, burning dryness in my throat pulled my focus. Every swallow felt like sandpaper, and instinct urged me to move. I tried to sit up, intent on finding water, but something unexpected stopped me—a ss of water, already waiting on the nightstand.


    I froze, my gaze fixed on the ss. Memories from the previous night wed their way back—cool hands, an otherworldly aroma, and that whisper…


    Was it real? Or just a fevered dream?


    Before I could piece the thoughts together, the door creaked open, and Evie stepped inside, bncing a breakfast tray. Her sharp eyes immediately caught me reaching for the ss.


    “Makenna! Why didn’t you call me if you needed water?” she scolded gently, setting the tray down before hurrying to my side. She propped me up with careful hands and handed me the ss.


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