Amaya's pov 

 

The fever comes back at sunset.

 

I'm sitting on their couch, wrapped in a blanket that smells like all three of them, when the chills start. One minute I'm almost feeling normal—still weak, but better—and the next I'm shaking so hard my teeth chatter.

 

"No," I whisper. "No, no, no."

 

I was supposed to go home an hour ago. Was supposed to prove I could handle this on my own. But my body has other ideas, and when I try to stand up, my legs give out immediately.

 

Luciano catches me before I hit the floor.

 

"I've got you," he says, lifting me like I weigh nothing. "Javier!...