Emily’s POV

The morning sunlight streamed through the large bedroom window, making little light hues across the room. I sat up slowly, feeling the lingering weakness in my limbs as I watched Drake dip a towel into cool water and place it gently against my forehead.

His eyes were filled with concern. “Are you feeling any better?” he asked softly.

I forced a small smile and nodded. "You don’t have to trouble yourself," I murmured, reaching up to touch his hand.

Drake shook his head, his expression unwavering. “I’ll do anything for you, Emily. You should know that by now.”

Before I could respond, the door creaked open.

Sierra walked...