Marigold’s Pov

I woke up feeling weak. My head was pounding and my body ached all over. I tried to sit up but a wave of dizziness forced me back down onto the pillows. Lucien was already awake, sitting on the edge of the bed watching me. He had a strange look on his face, a mix of concern and something else I couldn't read.

"What's wrong?" I asked, my voice coming out as a croak. My throat was dry.

"You're sick," he said. It wasn't a question. "How long have you been feeling like this?"

"I don't know," I admitted. "A few days. I just thought I was tired."...