Adrian had just left the ward; his white shirt was slightly rumpled and his face looked tired. He walked slowly down the hospital corridor still heavy with the smell of antiseptic. He only wanted some fresh air on the second-floor balcony when a soft, yet calculating voice sounded behind him.

“I brought you coffee,” the voice—sweet but cutting—came from Leviana.

Adrian turned. “Leviana?” he frowned. “What are you doing here again?”

Leviana smiled, holding a warm cup of coffee in her hands. “You look exhausted, Adrian. I thought… you might need something to calm you down.”

Adrian sighed, clearly not wanting a long conversation. “I don’t need anything from you.”...