Viviana's POV

Nolan took my backpack, his right hand sliding from my shoulder to rest on my forehead.

"You're still running a fever. Did you take your medicine?"

I was forced to turn and face him, and Jane, who stood behind him, discarded and ignored like an afterthought.

"Nolan, I’m not trying to push, but this is our work. You don’t have to accept Derry’s unreasonable demands, but we can still explore other ...